Thread: Rhymes to wet the bed by.

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Little brother was a bother
I was so glad when he went to camp
I called him, "Super-Soaker"
Every morning the bed was much more than damp

He was a hero waiting to be called
When the cabin caught fire that fateful night
The children screamed and balled
"Super-Soaker" stayed in bed and floated out alright
The rest were appalled and singed
Brother didn't have one burn
The Preacher was said to have cringed
"Urine" the hands of angels, we must learn!


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

The fog laid heavy
upon that fateful night
not a creature was stirring
things weren't quite right

The bog started stirring
with some type of a noise
then out from the bog
a creature became poised

Poised for an attack
on victims that came near
unsuspecting helpless creatures
that did not know fear

Saliva came drooling
down around it's wide mouth
it was mealtime for the creature
and there was no doubt

That what ever drew closer
soon would be his
so he laid waiting
not making a sound,not even a hiss

A frog sat closely
looking for flies
little did he suspect
or even realize

That he was the next meal
for the creature from the bog
who waited to ambush
that poor little frog

The creature's senses
were all but too keen
the creature was hungry
and its body too lean

The thought of no meal
was too much to bear
if not the frog,a mouse
or even a hare

Its eyes transfixed
upon the little frog
that wanted to feed itself
while sitting on a log

But all of a sudden
like a bat out of Hell
came the slithery creature
who had waited so well

The frog tried to jump
buy was caught in mid flight
the only thought it had
was it was about to die

Coils of muscles
surrounded its throat
the poor frog uttered no sound
not even a croak

It gasped for its last breath
as its body was crushed
Making one last attempt for freedom
in the mud and the dust

But Death shows no kindness
pointing with its boney hand
its survival of the fittest
in this harsh land

So the slithery creature
had a frog he could feed
to satisfy its hunger
which was one of his needs

Upon injesting the meal
which took some lenghth of time
while enjoying the frog
something came from behind

He didn't bother to notice
that something drew near
something that much larger than he
that should have installed some sort of fear

A giant paw came crashing
upon the creature's skull
not given it a chance
to see what was above

Claws came ripping
on its scalely skin
this would spell death for the creature
and soon put an end

To the slithery thing
that came from the bog
on that fateful night
when laid like a blanket
was the thick fog






rod spain

Unforgetable

black and blue, All alone
No place to go, cold as stone.
things will creep, things will crawl
All alone in this midnight drawl.

Sreams will shatter silence,
In this tomb-like abode.
Crying tears of blood, eyes gone glassy,
these things never will become quite clear.

Moments and times like these
make you wince,
things like this
Are worse than a vampires blood-lust kiss
These things, short but sweet, are unforgetable
Deep and dark, memories burned into my mind.

~Silver Shadow

I Hardly Belive In Ghost Stories Anymore...

The time is close
The time draws near

When the fall winds blow
and comes the smell of fear

When witches on brooms fly through the night
to give the trick or treaters a little more of a fright

Where bare trees's limbs bend into scary shapes
giving the unsuspecting victim little time to escape

From the groans and the howls on this creepy eve
the evening we all call...Halloween

Ghost and goblins are always about
lifting their voices in a jublient shout

So down the streets we go sreaming with a howlish glee
On the night of all nights,the night of Halloween

Houses decorated for the ultimate scare
in anticapation of those who would come there

Who dare to knock upon their door
in hopes to get some candy or maybe alot more

As the costumed children look about with eyes that are keen
on this wicked,errie night,the one we call Halloween

For those who are at party,raise a glass and make a toast
to your favorite vampire,or monster,or your favorite ghost

The night comes but only once a year
let us make merry with the undead that are near

This night is a memorable one for those who have seen
the wonderous,mystical sensation of Halloween


rod spain

in the mists of my thoughts
my thoughts in the night
i see demons crawling
in the darkened light

i dream as i sleep
they`re calling my name
they chatter and taunt
as they play there evil game

there screams and crys
crash thought my head
as i lie here silent
silent in my bed

there evil games are twisted
i want to get out
they scratch at my skin
as i scream and shout

as i break free
there is a echo of pain
as they stop there twisted
and silly little game

im free and awake
away from the pain
but as i sit silent
it starts all over again

vampy

Good one Vampy!

rod spain

As I look at all the things from the past I realized that this was one of my favorites....So I hope to get others interested!

A Cry In The Night

The wind laid still upon that hill
where death and destruction were abundant
where shreiks and yells like they came out of Hell
but then had stopped all of a sudden

Mist turned to fog around the stones and logs
as the air became quite heavy
grave markers knocked down and rested on the ground
but the only one standing was one marked ....Mary

No last name inscribed of the one who had died
just one word that said Mary
flowers never appeared and you'd think that was weird
for the land looked not so scary

Not until one night when the full moon was bright
that sent shadows far and wide
something from the grave moved as the earth gave way
to unleash an unholy cry

So terrible a shriek and its pitch so high yet deep
that the ground shook from where it was buried
the earth split apart on that night's eerie dark
at the place that was marked....Mary

First a hand first sprang up and then her shirt's cuff
then the rest of the boney arm
then the face and the neck then soon the rotted breast
of what use to be....Mary

Her lips had peeled and hardened over the years
and her teeth had fallen and rotted
no blood laid near for her veins had disaapeared
all of her fluids were dried up or clotted

With no eyes to see her expression just seemed
to be one of hate and denial
because before she was buried she had conceived
and had carried one little unborn child

She raised her fist and at the moon she hissed
with rage and all her fury
then the morning sun broke in putting an end
to the ravings of...Mary

So back to the grave she stayed for many a day
until the darkness was just right
then Mary will come before the night time is done
to give her cry in the night

Great one Rod. Man, I haven't read these in a few years.

Tyler was just ten
as he headed for the den.
He turned on the tv
to the movie about a vampire named Ben.

Tyler had his popcorn and candy
along with soda that tasted like brandy.
The movie was just beginning and
Tyler was feeling just dandy.

Tyler undressed down to his underwear
and sat in his dad's easy chair.
As the movie progressed,
Tyler wished his dad was there.

For two hours, Tyler watched in fear
as Ben drank blood and a girl's screamed "oh dear"
with all this blood and death, Tyler closed his eyes
and covered his ears.

"ENOUGH", Tyler said
and ran to his bed
and pulled the covers over his head.

Tyler's heart was pounding
as millions of ghosts and demons came abounding
"HAHA YOU'RE GONNA DO IT AGAIN"
the wind was sounding.

"No way
to do so is ..."Tyler began to say
As his mind slipped away

Soon, it was brand new day
and Tyler had a found a way
to wake up and be ok.

Tyler wanted to kick himself in the head
because he had really really wet the bed!
Sheets and mattress totally soaked
and then Tyler was filled with dread.

The doorbell rang
and he heard his mom' vioce sang
"sure Ryan and John, go up to Tyler's room"
Tyler knew his life was over..with a bang!

All Tyler could do was scream
"NOOOOOOOOOO! IS THIS A DREAM"

The ghosts and demons all smiled in delight
at poor Tyler's embarrassing plight!

"Toyz"
by E. M. Riddle

"In a dusty corner of the room a light glows from the crack in the toybox lid:
Something quickens inside the wooden womb."



Bayou Cemetery
by E. M. Riddle

Between the folds
of dusk and dawn
there waits in empathy,
a bayou draped
in clinging moss;
unwanted destiny.

Beside the moon
there floats above
the bayou garden grave,
a trembling wisp
of wing and claw;
devoted nighttime slave.


Shivering
by E. M. Riddle

There's something in the crying of hounds
Before the dawn's gray plight
That speaks to me of darker deeds
Done before first yawn of light.
It gives me pause and quickened heart
To wake within confines
Of morning's bereavement,
the Last of bleak and frantic
Barks and whines.

I'll not stare out the window to
Assess accusing tones,
But press my hands against my ears;
No screams, no rattled bones.
Relief will come with sun sublime,
With warmth and burnished light.

But until then the hounds will howl,
And I shall hide from sight.

----Ella M. Riddle