Thursday, September 18, 2008The Scarecrow
Gilbert lives in crumbling rooms
He'll see a dozen blinking eyes.
He banned a one-man dancing band.
His regulars are free to speak.
They'll talk about why horses neigh.
Jack complains about his wife,
Derek often mentions love
He shouts when he attempts to speak.
They always mix up cold with hot.
Dan was always very quiet.
But he was struck by lightning once
One night they had discussed pyjamas,
Turn a blind all-seeing eye.
At midnight Dan set out for home
She combs her hair and wails to tell
He prayed to God's angelic guards.
The eyes contained two small red lights.
This beast seemed out of place as well.
His mouth had rusting nails for teeth.
The scarecrow said, "It's cold tonight."
The scarecrow spoke about the cold
He hurried home and went to bed.
And coloured in by sunlight's rays.
And Ted's scarecrow could not be found.
Silence greeted Dan's strange tale,
They remembered their debate. |
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