The Burangashaw

The Burangashaw

A Poem by Matt Buckler... obviously
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A tale of a monster most foul...

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Lurking in the forests,
Prowling down the streets,
With two great long antenna,
And 30,000 feet
The Burangashaw is coming!

Slipping through the shadows,
Drifting through the sky,
Fifteen hairy arms,
And a hundred glowing eyes
The Burangashaw is coming!

Now its at the door,
Lying on the floor,
It knocks with one great claw,
And knocking one time more...

Blam!

Now its in your home,
Dirtying your rug,
Smashing up your house,
With a smile, oh so smug.
The Burangashaw is coming!

Its tip-toing up the stairs,
Spies your bedroom door,
Gives and evil glare,
Craving blood and gore,
The Burangashaw is coming!

It rises above your bed,
Your fast asleep inside,
Bares its silver teeth
And opens up real wide,
The Burangashaw is here!

It asks how you are,
Offers a cup of tea,
Your totally confused,
Is it talking to me?
The Burangashaw is here!

It pulls out a game,
throw a coupla dice,
Well would you believe it?
The Buragashaws quite nice...

A monster so grotesque,
Invades your private home,
Without so much as,
A message on your phone,
Strangely enough,
This beast you thought was tough,
Is just a lonely soul,
All it needs is love...

BURANGASHAW!
 

© 2009 Matt Buckler... obviously


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haha this is really good i really like it :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so good I may just eat my tongue! x

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Added on November 17, 2009

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Matt Buckler... obviously
Matt Buckler... obviously

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