Have some dark fun with a series of twelve night terrors told in rhyme. |
NIGHTMARES Will my nightmares never cease? Dear God, I pray, let me sleep in peace. My wife’s a boozer; like a fish she drinks. My son’s a doper; a loser I thinks. My daughter’s a whore; turns tricks left and right. Yours truly was jacked by some bangers last night. Will my nightmares never cease? Dear God, I pray, let me sleep in peace. My wife shags a bum who plays the guitar. My son’s married to a porno film star. My daughter’s knocked-up and dying from AIDS. Yours truly was raped by a dozen old maids. Will my nightmares never cease? Dear God, I pray, let me sleep in peace. My wife was kidnapped and buried alive. My son crashed his car; he did not survive. My daughter got ate by a grizzly bear. Yours truly was fried in the electric chair. Will my nightmares never cease? What can I do to sleep in peace? Perhaps if I ate not those late night snacks, My dream train would roll on less bumpy tracks. Perhaps if I read not bloodthirsty sleaze, My dream boat would sail less perilous seas. Perhaps if I watched not horror sci-fi’s My dream plane would fly less turbulent skies. No more cold pizza while lying in bed. No more Steve King; I read Nick Sparks instead. No more late nights watching spooky TV. My dreams are now sweet, as all dreams should be. 30 lines AABBCC |