Something to amuse my grandchildren.


The Boogey Man.

Come gather round my children
A story I shall tell
Of a Boogey man that roams at night
They say comes straight from Hell

His eyes like burning embers
With hair as green as mould
His teeth and nails like ivory scales
To make your blood run cold

His skin is pale and sallow
And his frame just skin and bone
No sound he makes on the road he takes
In seeking out your home

So when he see's your light on
He knows your not asleep
So up your wall he'll quietly crawl
And to your bedroom creep

So let this be a lesson
Say your prayers and go to sleep
Then the Boogey Man can't get you
And your soul is yours to keep.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-03-03 at 10:31

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I could feel my spine tingle. Took me right back to my childhood. Always feared the dark when i was young and all the creatures lurking in the shadows. If i was honest, to this day i am still not truly comfortable in the dark. A wonderful piece of writing.
2008-03-04


Kathy Lockhart
i am turning off all my lights at night because I don't want the gruesome boogeyman getting me. This gave me chills! I have always loved to be scared by such things as stories, poems, movies, books. But please not in real life!
2008-03-04


Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
*chuckles* I couldn't resist writing a little poem about the bogeyman myself, albeit without the rule of safety at the end. Guess that'll have to be modified in the distant future!

Great one! Oughta thrill the wee ones before bedtime =)
2008-03-03


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I used to love spooky tales and poems as a child, I think most children do, I enjoyed reading, made me smile

Elle x
2008-03-03