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Poem: Timothy Monster

Posted by Dan (Sub-Editor) from Cardiff - Published on 03/09/2010 at 21:43
2 comments » - Tagged as Creative Writing

  • emilyzombie

Yn Gymraeg

Written on the minibus to the CLIC Residential, by Dan from theSprout and Emily from Swoosh


Timothy Monster

Timothy Monster
lives up to his name
A beast of a boy
with a long, sullen mane
 

He chews on his fingers;
he can’t afford bread
His mother's a waitress
His father is dead
 

Ask him real nice
and he'll show you the scars
that he earns from his nights
in the burnt, stolen cars
 

But don't get too close
or he'll break you in half,
bite your bones with delight
and his devilish laugh
 
The cracks in his brow
they turn harder than steel
as his stomach growls:
Timmy wants his next meal
 
There's nowhere to hide in the playground
let's hope he's in a good mood
because he's coming closer
run away if you look like food!
 
 
One step...
I run towards the big wall
 

Two step...
I trip over my laces and fall
 

Three step...
I'm doomed
 

...Four
I want to run home and lock the door
 
 
The bell rings from beyond the grass
playtime's over;
go back to class
 
 
I made it back unbeaten,
unharmed and
(best of all) uneaten
 

But lunchtime's not for two more hours
Perhaps it'll be you that Timmy devours...

2 CommentsPost a comment

emily16

emily16

Commented 68 months ago - 28th September 2010 - 13:41pm

dan is it ok if i use this for a compotion to have it put in a poem book?

pen 'n paper

Commented 49 months ago - 16th April 2012 - 14:36pm

I liked this. I found it quite funny. Well done.

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