"BOY, WAS HE CREEPY!"

BOY, WAS HE CREEPY,

THAT THING FROM BEYOND

I'D CALL TO HIM FREQUENTLY

BUT HE'D NEVER RESPOND.

HE'D SIT VERY QUIETLY

AS IF UNDER A SPELL

AND THEN, WITHOUT WARNING

HE'D STAND UP AND YELL!

HE'D YELL FOR HIS DINNER

AND GRAB THE REMOTE

THEN SUCK THROUGH HIS GUMS

THAT POOR ROOT BEER FLOAT.

HIS FLESH WAS DECAYING

HIS EYEBALLS FALLING OUT

AND ABOVE THAT TOOTHLESS HOLE

WAS A BLOOD DRIPPING SNOUT.

HE'D JUST FINISHED HIS LUNCH

WHICH MOM FRIED IN A PAN

AND IT USUALLY TOOK AWHILE

BUT MR. SMITH WAS A SMALL MAN.

EVERY NIGHT WAS THE SAME

HE WOULD SIT IN HIS CHAIR

PICKING & EATING HIS SCABS

BUT NO ONE WOULD STARE.

THEN ONE NIGHT, SOMETHING HAPPENED

HE HUNGERED FOR SOMETHING NEW

WE OFFERED THE ENTIRE KITCHEN

BUT HIS HUNGER ONLY GREW.

WE STOOD THERE CONFUSED

NERVOUS AS COULD BE

THEN HE MADE HIS CHOICE

HIS HUNGER WAS FOR ME!

MY MOM SAID "We love you, dear"

THE DOG BARKED "Farewell"

MY LITTLE SISTER SAID "Send a postcard…."

"….a postcard from HELL!"

AS HE PREPARED FOR HIS BEDTIME

FOR AFTER DINNER HE'D BE SLEEPY

I PREPARED HIS POISENED APPETISER

BOY, WAS HE CREEPY!


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