Morbid Obsessions With Broccoli
My imagination runs a little wild at times
I cower in fear when the doorbell chimes
My head is filled with twisted creatures
I've seen in Grade B horror features
The sound of creaking floorboards sends a shiver up my spine
Makes me, with a trembling hand, spill my favorite wine
I shiver as a shadow dances past
Such terrors does the midnight hour cast
Lying in my bed at night, hiding under sheets
Pondering unholy murderous feats
On stormy nights I lie awake in fright
With all my bedroom lamps burning bright
Something creaks, I'm sure they've come to take me to the grave
With bedclothes I create an impenetrable cave
And I shiver as a silhouette comes near
Personifying my deadliest fear
Contributors: | N, Kansas Sam, F, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 29th September 2003. |