Roderick Usher
11-14-2006, 05:46 PM
Here's another creepy kid's poem for y'all
The Boy Who Woke Up Dead
S.K. (c) 2006
I woke up in the dark today, sealed down in the ground,
In a box with satin pillows and flowers all around.
And there I lay for hours with just one thought in my head,
Life just ain’t worth living on the day you wake up dead.
Tearing through my coffin, I clawed up through the earth,
And climbed through mud and muck until my own grave gave me birth.
Then turning to my headstone a young boy’s name I read,
“Here lies Joey Pratt” that’s me, the boy who woke up dead.
To the cemetery gates I turned and tried to run,
But I could barely shuffle like my feet both weighed a ton.
It took me all night long to find my house and room and bed,
Seems speed is not an option on the day you wake up dead.
Little sis rose with the dawn and came into my room,
She asked me how I got here and why I wasn’t in my tomb
Mother screamed and Father screamed, they grabbed my sis and fled
No one wants to see their boy the day he wakes up dead.
Father raced back to my room, a shotgun at his side,
Mother said “No! He’s still our son!” as tears streamed from her eyes.
I tried to call their names but “GRRR” and “AAARGH” came out instead,
Communication is quite tricky for a boy who wakes up dead.
A fever burned inside my gut, I pointed to my mouth,
Mother said “He’s hungry, that’s what this is all about.”
She brought me eggs and sausages and buttered toasted bread
But brains are all you want to eat the day you wake up dead.
Just then the cat leapt to my arms and purring, nuzzled close
I opened wide and took a bite and sister yelled “that’s gross!”
Father cried “I’ve got it” as upon the cat I fed,
Meals can be quite messy for a boy who woke up dead.
Now the pet shops in my town are all running out of rats,
And our neighborhood is seemingly devoid of stay cats.
My family still loves me, but they keep me in the shed,
Guess things could go much worse for a boy who woke up dead.
The Boy Who Woke Up Dead
S.K. (c) 2006
I woke up in the dark today, sealed down in the ground,
In a box with satin pillows and flowers all around.
And there I lay for hours with just one thought in my head,
Life just ain’t worth living on the day you wake up dead.
Tearing through my coffin, I clawed up through the earth,
And climbed through mud and muck until my own grave gave me birth.
Then turning to my headstone a young boy’s name I read,
“Here lies Joey Pratt” that’s me, the boy who woke up dead.
To the cemetery gates I turned and tried to run,
But I could barely shuffle like my feet both weighed a ton.
It took me all night long to find my house and room and bed,
Seems speed is not an option on the day you wake up dead.
Little sis rose with the dawn and came into my room,
She asked me how I got here and why I wasn’t in my tomb
Mother screamed and Father screamed, they grabbed my sis and fled
No one wants to see their boy the day he wakes up dead.
Father raced back to my room, a shotgun at his side,
Mother said “No! He’s still our son!” as tears streamed from her eyes.
I tried to call their names but “GRRR” and “AAARGH” came out instead,
Communication is quite tricky for a boy who wakes up dead.
A fever burned inside my gut, I pointed to my mouth,
Mother said “He’s hungry, that’s what this is all about.”
She brought me eggs and sausages and buttered toasted bread
But brains are all you want to eat the day you wake up dead.
Just then the cat leapt to my arms and purring, nuzzled close
I opened wide and took a bite and sister yelled “that’s gross!”
Father cried “I’ve got it” as upon the cat I fed,
Meals can be quite messy for a boy who woke up dead.
Now the pet shops in my town are all running out of rats,
And our neighborhood is seemingly devoid of stay cats.
My family still loves me, but they keep me in the shed,
Guess things could go much worse for a boy who woke up dead.