Rave in tree house owned by Poe

I
Ce
Berg
buried
Out of sight
So you don’t get a massive fright
So you won’t see the thing that’s coming
You’re screwed by
Unexploded
bombing

Mono Polar Bear arsed Ted
Attractive. Golden. Locked in bed.
Porridge ‘rupts outside the box
Poe at tree pulls up his socks

Two apples fall down and a snake
Let Queen of horses eat a cake
Queen Bee likes to blow the candles
Prince Charles ears are massive handles

Man in beard and frock and sandles
Leaps through flaming massive bangles
Wakes up nailed to wooden cross
Screams that daddy’s not the boss Of him or his story no more

Then falls asleep to snore and bore.
Bowl of porridge opens door
In walks a polar bear to gore
Edgar Allen is
No more.

This entry was posted in poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s