Poem: Timothy Monster
Written on the minibus to the CLIC Residential, by Dan from theSprout and Emily from Swoosh
Timothy Monster
Timothy Monster
lives up to his name
A beast of a boy
with a long, sullen mane
He chews on his fingers;
he can’t afford bread
His mother's a waitress
His father is dead
Ask him real nice
and he'll show you the scars
that he earns from his nights
in the burnt, stolen cars
But don't get too close
or he'll break you in half,
bite your bones with delight
and his devilish laugh
The cracks in his brow
they turn harder than steel
as his stomach growls:
Timmy wants his next meal
There's nowhere to hide in the
playground
let's hope he's in a good mood
because he's coming closer
run away if you look like food!
One step...
I run towards the big wall
Two step...
I trip over my laces and fall
Three step...
I'm doomed
...Four
I want to run home and lock the
door
The bell rings from beyond the
grass
playtime's over;
go back to class
I made it back unbeaten,
unharmed and
(best of all) uneaten
But lunchtime's not for two more
hours
Perhaps it'll be you that
Timmy devours...
2 Comments – Postiwch sylw
emily16
Rhoddwyd sylw 20 mis yn ôl - 28th September 2010 - 13:41pm
dan is it ok if i use this for a compotion to have it put in a poem book?
pen 'n paper
Rhoddwyd sylw 1 mis yn ôl - 16th April 2012 - 14:36pm
I liked this. I found it quite funny. Well done.