The boogieman lives under my bed
I really want him dead
He treats me like a toy
Because I'm a little boy
He always pulls my arm
Like if I'm a cow from a farm
Then there's Frankenstein
He's BFs with the Boogieman
Frankenstein always asks me for the lead
Because he needs them for the nails he has on his head
Then there's Manbearpig
He's not like the one on TV who wears a wig
He always bites my toes
And he always licks my nose
He has no life
Because he got divorced by his wife
Then there's Bigfoot
His feet are gross they have peices of roots
He really likes tongues
Like once he blew my tongue that it almost touched my lungs
Also there's Hitler
Who is a girl hitter
He once tried to eat my finger
Because he thought it was a chiliburger
Then there's the Kool-Aid Dude
He is always in the nude
He really loves to chew my shorts
because he is a mort
Last there's the Ronald McDonald clown
I always feel like chopping him down
because he is freaky
and he's always leaky
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7 comments:
almost the best of the best! but not as mine!
Gabe!!
You're so creative...
-Miss Cragun
It's good
Sonia
Gabe would you like to have a boogieman under your bed? Bu the way it was a really cool poem.
Anabel
This poem really made me smile. You are very imaginative. Great job, Maggie
i like it
hehe.
this one made me giggle!
i really like it.
your good at it really i laugh at all of them.
[[in a good way!]]
hope you like Miss Cragun.
she is a pretty tight teacher!
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