The Boogey Man.
Come gather round my childrenA 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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