My son loves pirates, he asked me to write him a scary pirate sounding poem. To Scary? |
-Skully Jones- by Keaton Foster Here lies the bones Of Skully Jones He fell from a tree Smashed himself To a million pieces Those pieces So shattered Somehow reanimated Whatever you do Don’t dig “It” up Because them bones Dangerous weapons Cannibalistic pretenses A ghostly aberration Not meant to walk the earth Not meant to coexist With those of us who remain God has doomed him When he was alive He often could be heard Shouting vulgar profanities Right at the blue sky Now that he’s dead Decaying meat and flesh I fear little has changed Indeed Childish this rhyme may be But based on truth it be This is a warning So clear and precise So fine and absolute Skully Jones Is down there In that really deep hole With this world Down upon his tomb Don’t dig it up Leave it to the dust Let it be feasted upon Let all forms of decay Waste what’s there away Pray to any God That he never does escape In life he was a real monster In death I fear a monster Is pale in comparison To what he could become Don’t risk it Dare not consider it Not even for a second Place your morbid curiosity Upon the highest shelf Here lies the bones Of Skully Jones He fell from a tree Smashed himself To a million pieces Those pieces So shattered Somehow reanimated Do don’t dig “It” up Oh by the grace of any god Of this I plead with you Man with curiosity in mind A shovel and plenty of time Don’t… Skully Jones Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |