Elliot Jones

Tear streaked face abd runny nose,

After tying up your sister with the garden hose,

What next will you do? Nobody knows,

Elliot Jones.

 

Lurid clothes an short, bitten nails,

Jars full of beetles, tadpoles and snails.

What have the poor dogs got tied to their tails,

Elliot Jones?

 

Who creeps around in the dead of night?

Snacking on pizzas in the cold fridge light.

You sure gave that burglar a hell of a fright,

Elliot Jones.

 

Top of the class, but popular too.

The young and the timid, they all come to you,

With the heart of a lion, you stood brave and true,

Elliot Jones.

 

Closed blue eyes, rosy flushed cheek,

Restless energy now stilled by sleep.

For your battered old teddy, do you still weep,

Elliot Jones.

 

Blackened brows and singed blonde hair,

Sirens with ashes float through hot fetid air.

The garden shed, why there' s nothjing there,

ELLIOT JONES.

 

Where did you go that bleak, winter's day,

When power and evil snatched you away.

You live in my heart and that's where you'll stay,

Elliot Jones.

 

Copyright B.A Bowden 1997