Thread: Rhymes to wet the bed by.

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In my dream world I try to run away
From the nightmares of monsters who want me to stay
They want me to be tortured, burned and multilated
all of the time
they want me to stay in darkness and not go towards the light

Talons and scales are what grab at me
I can feel each tug and I can feel myself bleed
Their faces are scary with hellish laughter or groans
I just want to leave here and to be left alone

Don't come to the surface out of your realm
You all can stay down in your nightmarish hell
You ghouls and ghosts and dancing bones too
You beasts,witches and all of you goons

I want to run away,I want to wake up
in this nightmarish place is one place I don't want to be stuck
So somebody shake me or give me a pinch
for this place is too real to where I can smell the stench

The stench of decay and death all around
hearing screams of poor victims as these vermin lounge around
waiting patiently for their suffering kill
waiting to rip out their souls and take their will

Will somebody help me and not let them win
I don't want others to come and see where I,ve been
you all need to stay awake and be aware
learn to be alert and try to beware

For the nightmares to come are not meant to be enjoyed
this is surely one place....one place to avoid
At all costs and these words I say true
"If you start to have a nightmare.....then they'll COME AFTER YOU!!!"


rod spain

I'm glad you all are coming up with good ones. I'm no poet. Only verse of poetry I've ever read was "The Congo". And that's because I was told to by a school teacher. So you can imagine that was a long time ago.
Black Widow, give it a shot! If I can rhyme two words together it cant be that hard! LOL Looking forward to reading yours as well.
When I started this post I had in mind a collection of nursery rhymes that you would not want to recite to kids. Basing them around the bed or bedroom. Taking a 'safe' place and making it scary. Maybe even invoking or inspiring dark humor. I'm looking forward to everyone's contributions on this thread. Thanks again for your poems.



Memo from the Official Chief Clown of Cheap Props. “After death bathing is optional.”

Hey Putrid!You're the guy that unleashed these morbid rhymes in me so pat yurself on that back.Ya done good and you ain't so bad yerself!Here's one:


Let's play Wake The Dead


Let's play wake the dead!
I do believe there's a cemetary up ahead!
I'll grab the shovels and you grab the picks
and we'll open as many before we get sick!

Look there's one that says Uncle Furd
Judging by the way he was dressed I bet he was a nerd!
And here is one thats marked Auntie Flitt
she still looks fresh even tho she's quite stiff!

Marty O'Cally was a rough Irish dude
whose epitath said that he was a drunk and quite crude
Then here lies pretty Lolita Schwann
she was drop dead gorgeous until she fooled with NAPALM!

Big bad Hendell is next on our list
they say that he could crack a man's skull
with one blow of his fist!

Bob Surkanney was the creepiest of them all
because he had only one eye and only part of a jaw.
He use to walk through the streets of the town all alone
and every step that he would take you could hear cracking in his bones!

Wake the dead is a fun game to play
because the dead won't get up and walk away.
They'll lay in their half rotted graves
staring up at you and acting quite well behaved

So next time you feel in the mood for a treat
go to your local graveyard before dark and take a qick peek
at some of the words that are written in stone
that that is clear....some of the names that you read are kinda WEIRD!




rod spain

Like it!


Dinner and a blanket

Night has come now start your dreaming.
All night nightmares all that screaming.
Putrid evil non redeeming.
clawing, crawling, reaching, clinging!

How can this all be in your head.
If you don’t wake up will you be in bed?
You’ll find yourself somewhere ells instead.
Lonely, crying and full of dread!

Now close your eyes and fall to sleep.
But when you fall don’t fall too deep.
From behind I’ll start to creep.
When I catch you, you I’ll keep!




Memo from the Official Chief Clown of Cheap Props. “After death bathing is optional.”

Quick!Pull the blanket right over your face!
There's no time to lose,no time to waste!
The shadows are dancing as the night comes near
You're scared but excited also full of fear.

Night brings those creepy images of dread
as you peek through the covers to see whats overhead.
Is it a witch,a goblin or a disgusting ghoul?
Is it something thats real ugly or something thats cool?

Theres scrapping on the window pane coming from outside
Is it a tree limb scrapping or is it something alive?
Night brings about those hideous signs of fear
Helping you to conjure up images of things that come near

An owl outside begins to hoot
It's scaring you so bad that you want to throw your boot
at the owl who hooting is causing you to be scared
but you don't get out of bed,you don't even dare!

You just lie there trembling hoping nothing comes in
but if it did,then what would happen then?
You'd scream until you couldn't scream no more
as you conjure up monsters and ghouls by the hordes

You'd wake up everyone that's trying to sleep
those who have worked hard all day and resting so deep
You'd say that's there's something laying under your bed
something waiting for you to lay down your head

So you dare not make a single little sound
to fake those vermin into thinking you're not around
and all those things that fill you with dread
all of those images that you have conjured up in you head!




rod spain

I laid down the book beside of the bed
I fought sleep for hours, something I dred
I read alot, very prolific
Morrison's Navy, the entire Pacific
Admiral, Navy Historian, the book was thick
every battle, each ship, quite a trick
Years later his Grandson would make us hum
"Lizard King", "Light My Fire", "Love Street"
but now he's long passed "done"...
Nasty required sleep captured me as seas were rolling
Sailing ships, masts, with no Captain controlling
Deamon Lover's ship, famous old poem
"I'm taking off this dress, leave me alone!"
"I noticed your hooves when we left the shore,
And I'm not that stupid, at least not anymore!"
As those sails broke and the water came up
Wood underfoot became steel rolled out by "Krupp"
The seaplane spotted the U-boat! We dive to remain alive
Inside this "Pig Boat"full of stench, I'm one of 35
Sausages swing from conduits, still have food
Glorify war, no , this is real crude!
Steel sinking mass-coffins, watery graveyard
Locate Gramp's "marker"? James Cameron would have it hard!
Too much "Navy", too much "Sea"
I woke too late,yellow water is drowning me!

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Billy awoke, crawled out of his bed,
unable to have nice dreams
after the stories his big brother had said,
Little Billy was afraid, but his bed would not be wet,
He could "hold-it" til over the target,
Big-Brother's bed? YOU BET!

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

THAT'S THE SPIRIT!!! Gym, good one! And Rod, totaly cool.

Thanks guys. Without your help this post would be a dead one for sure! Or in this case 'put to sleep'. LOL





Reminder from your O.C.C.O.C.P. “Ready...Set.....PROP!!!"

Sunday school was vivid
with ancient tales emotional and livid
Warriors, slaves, catapults and kings
Pyramids,chariots, torture and bad things
pursued across the sands,
Moses took it into God's hands
The Red Sea did then part
But only for awhile
"We made it!" Billy smiled.
He wanted to be in with Moses
Close, missed only by a noses
Billy's chariot fought the under tow
Billy's sheets and matress were wet, he blames slow , old Pharoh

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Come my children
come close and come near
let me tell this story
this story of horror and fear

Its a story of a man
a man who was rich
Through life he had everything
he had found his true ninch

He lived in a house
way up on the hill
he threw lavish parties
and bought constantly at will

His mother was elderly
was always quite sick
she would drive the maids crazy
with the pounding of her stick

Constantly complaining
never giving an inch
she was a greedy old bat
and a nasty old witch

She would beat the help
who were forced to be employed
the old woman didn't care for them
and their feelings were ignored

Her son would party
and always womanized
he would get so drunk
that he would have blood red eyes

One of the maids had
gotten completely fed up
her back was scarred and bruised
and she had had enough

On that fateful night
she went to the mother's bed
took out a hammer
and smashed her in the head

Then she went to her son
who wanted her for his desires
she saw that he was drunk again
as he laid next to the fire


So he tried to take her
but couldn't get off the floor
Then she nailed in the head
with edge of a board

Then threw him in the fire
and burnt him to a crisp
could barely recognize him
except for his lips

So for years life was decent
as the maid did her daily chores
Little did she realize
that the son was not to be ignored

The ghoulish burnt remains
were coming back for revenge
this spelled death for the maid
and soon to be her end

The charred corpse walked towards the house
his clothes rotted and soiled
but one thing was for sure
you don't mess with Charles Broyled

Into the house he came
with a loud,sickly yell
the sound like something demonic
something that came out of HELL

The maid woke and saw
the corpse over her
she tried to scream
but could not be heard

He grabbed her by her throat
and gave it a twist
her veins and skin splattered
as he pounded her with his fists

But the torture did not last
as her bloodied corpse was not spared
Charles Broyled grabbed her body
pulled her by her hair

"You were cute while I was living
and while you had your stinking life
but my dear dead maiden
I'm gonna take you as my wife!"

So from the day the maid disappeared
the house still remains
you can still hear manical laughter
from the ones who went insane

You can hear ghostly screams
from the one whoses plans were foiled
because no one and I mean no one
messes with Charle Broyled!


rod spain