Fiendish Little Circles, by coax1965
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Fiendish Little Circles
Following footsteps
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.
Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.
The scent is strong
I expect it will jump out,
I hear myself breathing
whilst quietly looking about.
Suddenly in my face
a smiling circle with a frown,
I smack him over the head
terminally beat him down.
Left in excited shock
I'm ready to eat,
starting at the bottom
with its candy flavoured feet.
I feel other monsters
watching from afar,
eyes blinking in the darkness
little bastards! |
Posted: 2010-10-04 19:25:08 UTC |
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