Ode to a Ghoul
Hunger rasping at my insides
Dirty fingers digging for the prize
Man with shovel and lantern bright
Is going to join the dead tonight
I creeps behind the pitted stones
My menu filled with skin and bones
I sets my eyes upon his back
Me thinks I creep for sneak attack
And after screams and pleas of stopping
I quickly set my mouth to chomping
With tummy full of lantern man
Me sleeps and waits to dig again
The End
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Ode to a Ghoul, which
was posted on Jul 24, 2010 by
Vaughn.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"A short poem pertaining to a ghoul and a not so lucky caretaker!"
This poem is filed under:
Character, Just for Fun
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