Tale About Swampy. Must have wrote this when i was drunk, cant remember writing it. |
Walking through the swamp at night through the damp and the slime going to show my girlfriend a damn good time listening to a rock n roll band on the radio while making are way to the rodeo looking up at the stars i felt a big hand on my back i turned off the radio killing the track and we turned and went to look and there he was all big and green standing there all coverd in slime he smiled to show his big brown teeth and his eyes lit up like a computer screen his skin was green and slimey his hair full of grease and bugs and he stood there looking for a hug. He let out a huge laugh it sounded like an old dog track he looked at me and looked at bea and spat a slimey on the floor he opend his mouth and went to say Hey, my names swampy come inside and play we screamed and ran leaving swampy standing there but we could here him running after us feet stomping in the mud you could hear him running you could hear his thud but we kept running through the mud. You could here his big loud laugh you could see his shadow in the light of the moon his laugh echoed through the trees like a boom we made it to are car we had ran so far and we got the hell out there and made it home. Later that night all calm and collected we watched some t.v and relaxed in the light then all of a sudden smash goes the door and there is old swampy with the head of boar he stands there and smiles and says he not finnished yet he says still he wants to go play and grabs us by the neck thats the end of us we thought swampy has got us now we knew never to go back to the swamp when swampys in town. |