A single scary poem

This is my blog and I WILL post whatever I want, including my own scary poems. Here it is. Screams appreciated.

Bedtime


There’s a big black pit
At the bottom of the sea
And the Kraken that inhabits it
Is kind to a degree
And the fish that swim from side to side
Like some underwater tree
Befriend the humble hermit crab
And chat with the banshee
And they invite all of the neighbors round for tea.

There’s a cold cold night
When the moon is high and full
And the werewolves in their hunting spree
Always dress quite warm in wool.
And the bats sit round and half-complain
That the air is far too cool
And the ghosts and fair white women
Have mint taffy to pull
And the minotaur’s wife warns the children of the bull.

There’s a ancient house
Where the half-people inside
Have a fondness for human blood
But they like it brown and fried
On a piece of new white market bread
From their victims that have died
And the coffins in a neat clean row
Is where the children like to hide
From their parents who must always keep their pride.

There’s a dark damp earth
Underneath your feet
Where shrimp and briny mackerel
Is what the goblins like to eat
But it’s hard to find a single fish
Or a single grain of wheat
Any cave the goblins live
Or up on goblin-street
So they steal it from your freezer while you sleep.

There’s a cold black closet
And far beyond the coats
Is a skeleton who’s mother makes
The best muffins from oats
But they leave them on the window-sill
Because they have no throats
And the farmer has a lovely meal
As he goes to feed his goats
And he disregards the mealy boney notes.

There’s a warm square bed
And the child neath the sheets
Has eyes the size of china-cups
Who haven’t ate their beets
And the ghosts and monsters round the bed
All sit still in their seats
And the banshee and the vampires
Pass down a tray of sweets
And he falls to sleep while the bats the others greet.