Saturday, September 10, 2011

A poem ... The Beast

The Beast

Inside something snapped and broke
The horror within suddenly awoke

Once the beast has raised its head
It will not stop until you are dead

Run and plead and cry all night
Scream in terror of this nameless fright

Rats. boils and vermin lice
Compared to her are rather nice

The chair did splinter when she had sat
But I misspoke when I called her fat.

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