Creature from the Pit of DespairA Poem by Samuel DickensIt's indescribably evil
There’s evil in the kitchen, void of heart and soul Waiting for me there, it makes my blood run cold I’ve slain it many times, with bare and trembling hands But when I walk away, it rises up again Who will face this beast and make it go away? No one else but me, I must sadly say All others are afraid to raise their swords, it seems And hide beneath their beds when they hear my bloody scream Do they think I sleep so very well at night Dreaming of the villain that daily, I must fight? This food-encrusted monster, no longer can I face So starting on the morrow, we’ll eat on paper plates © 2015 Samuel DickensAuthor's Note
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Added on February 24, 2010Last Updated on October 7, 2015 Tags: monster AuthorSamuel DickensAlma, ARAboutGreetings, all. I'm a seventy-six year-old father of three sons who enjoys writing, art, music, motorcycles, cooking, and a few other things. From 1967 to 1988, I served in the US Navy, where I travel.. more..Writing
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