The Slithering Beasties

my beasties

The Slithering Beasties (a triolet and its variations)

 

 

We’re made from demons goo and bloods

it fuels our wings and make us sings

of ghoulish fun before God’s floods

we’re made from demons goo and bloods

we feasts on those stuck in the muds

they screams and bleeds from prickly stings

we’re made from demons goo and bloods

it fuels our wings and makes us sings

 

In deads of nights is when we feasts

to sooth the hunger of beastie beasts

we hunts our prey from dawns to dusks

those consumed by forbidden lusts

in deads of nights is when we feasts

we eats and eats and eats and eats

to sooth the hunger of beastie beasts

in deads of nights is when we feasts

 

We takes your ickly to feeds the deads

while you’re dreamings in your beds

we creeps and crawls on fattened bellies

on finger licking toes and ugly heads

we takes your ickly to feeds the deads

as you snores the nights aways

while your dreaning in your beds

we creeps and crawls on fattened bellies

 

We slithers and slides in your heads

wishing you icky nightmares in your beds

your resolves will falters--turns to jellies

the ickly bicklys is now quite sickly...

 

 

beastie commentaries:

 

to feeds the deads

we needs to eats

your hearts livers and heads