Creepy Crawly Crazy Critters
   
   

Creepy crawly crazy critters,
Crass and crafty as they come.
Jumping jigglers give you jitters,
Heart beats fast and head goes numb!

Nightmare beasts know not to feast
Until the scalding sun goes down.
Howls and cries then fill the skies,
Hope your house is safe and sound!

Locked front doors are nothing more
Than splinters split by fearsome fists.
Shadows shudder, figments flutter,
Monsters move through midnight mists!

Slimy things with scales of green
Are hustling through the halls.
The biggest, bulging bogeymen
Are dwarfed by trampling trolls!

Smaller problems: gremlins, goblins,
Mischief on a minute scale.
They’ll swarm your home, these nasty gnomes,
And fight your house-pets tooth and nail!

Into kitchens, killer lichens,
Manic molds and psycho spores.
A single touch turns flesh to mush,
They’re lurking on the tile floor!

Something smells like sulphurous hells
As dancing demons do appear.
Mind the laughter, it’s sin they’re after,
Better keep your conscience clear!

Clitter clatter, what's the matter,
Never seen a skeleton?
These claws that catch, those jaws that gnash,
This haunt who hides beneath your skin.

These bats that fly by blackest sky
Are oft not bats at all.
They drink from veins with gleaming fangs,
Beware the vampire’s thrall!

Scrape, crunch, snap, munch,
Ghastly ghouls are gathering.
Here they’re stewing- ew, they’re chewing,
Chitter, chomp and chattering!

In moonlit haze, ‘round fogbound graves,
A werewolf’s on the prowl.
His curse lives on from dusk ‘til dawn,
Take heed his harrowed howl!

And now what looms from empty tombs?
Oh my, a mummy king!
His organs jarred, his body scarred,
You’re cursed for all his sufferings!

Bumping, burping, slumping, slurping,
Grunts and growls ‘round your bed.
Here you’re huddled, under bundled,
Blessed blankets overhead.

Will you sneak a single peek
Above your quilted covers?
If you dare a sudden stare,
Who knows what you’ll discover!

Wait a minute!

Your room is bare, there’s no one there,
It seems you dreamed this visit.
Come hither dawn, with monsters gone,
Your house is safe…

…or is it?

   
   

 

© Kevin Breakstone 2008