MystyrMystyry
05-03-2012, 07:23 AM
The Fright
With a face like a knuckle ready to strike
He burst into my darkened room
Spoke not a word, glowered and glared
Adding to the oppressive gloom
She's here? I attempt to crack his psych
But he deigned to give no answers
His nose twitched as his nostrils flared
Like a pair of drunk belly dancers
What to do? I try again, yet still no replies
We can't stay here, we have to run
Have to find some place else to dwell,
At least unless - have you got a gun?
Don't think bullets would work! he cries
She's not like us, I'm afraid I fear
Demon from a distant Intergalactic Hell
Not from these parts, nowhere near!
The Sight
We glimpsed a scene a little voyeuristic
A couple entwined in copulation
But that's natural, in this area expected
Bit of fun, top up the population
Though then the next less pleasuristic
As sudden her Halo thence explode
Claws sprang from fingers and dissected
Hapless he, striped like red barcode
An hour til nightfall to make our escape
Past the alley where first we found
This angelic vision of love, presuming
Bloke's misled for good time bound
Her skin transformed to silver moonscape
Eyes glowed green like acid sapphires
Whence prey she commenced consuming
Emitting aura of cold bluescent fires
Looks up mid-feast, stopping to howl
As sees us idly wandering past
Bloodcurdling depth holds us transfixed
Like cats in headlights, then fast
We sprint as voice grows into a growl
Next you! No avoid my attacks!
I know where ya live! Gulp ya mixed!
For desert and supper and snacks!
Cold Sweat
That sounds rotten! my mate he sings
I've got no reason to stick about
I'll get a ticket and make a break for it
From this state I'll be getting out
Ditto - first I need to get some things
And then I'll be right with you
You can be lookout lest she pay a visit
And if, and then - I have no clue...
She lurches in the corner of our eyes
Out of the alley hot on our heels
Though not quick, I hope can't climb
Like those movie creature deals
Up the fire-escape we hop like flies
See if you can find a repellent
Variety of stuff but there's no time
Then: Something excellent!
Hairspray
What did you find? Tell me, hurry!
She's coming up the stairs!
A can of hairspray! he responded
I can spray it on her hairs!
What are you on? Should I worry?
Hairspray you say? Whatever,
Think it's hightime we absconded
Hairspray? Not mine, not ever
I've no idea where that came from
So easy is it to get distracted
In these critical moments of crisis
But I looked askance and acted
Cool - it must belong to Hellstrom
Janitor who cleans my room
Once a month he enters my oasis
Wielding a mop and broom
He has a theory that every insect
Will overrun our lump of rock
He's a complete crackpot I think
But it's not my place to mock
The 'hairspray' I now close inspect
But in fact it isn't: it's for flies
It's flyspray for the flies to drink
To poison them until they dies
Flyspray
So he has a plan my man the janitor
And one involving specicide
He won't get far with that scheme
The amount of flies I've spied
They're infinite that type of critter
Swarming from s hit to pot
But then I notice his eyes gleam
It may just be worth a shot
Lighter
You got a lighter? he asks cryptic
Huh? Didn't know you smoked...
Not for me - for this can of flyspray!
For a second my chin I stroked
I thought a bit, when suddenly a screek
It's Mrs Cowl from Number Four!
This lends us time, and not from memory
Sure to be one in kitchen drawer
And there it is, and an old candle
Tape, twine, a host of stuff
The lighter I grab, not much gas
I hope it proves to be enough
There's an attempt on the handle
But we've locked the door
Don't really want to have to do this
Leave me alone! I implore
Fire
Next it kicks this monster, and hard
And we jump up to the ceiling
I'm really not certain I'm up to it
Within and out a queasy feeling
Door flimsily splinters with disregard
To the occupants' mental state
Aiming the spraycan, I try to get it lit
Clicking flint at a nervous rate
In a flash it takes! The alien cowers
Burning flyspray's a perfect foil
To make our monstrous foe humble
So hot! squeals she with recoil
But here's the thing - she isn't flowers
I move it slowly closer the flame
She catches fire, and next she crumbles
Shrieking, with only herself to blame
On the carpet a gunky clump remains
I'll leave it for Hellstrom to clean
It's his day job after all - he's good at stains
Professional eradicator of filth I mean
With a face like a knuckle ready to strike
He burst into my darkened room
Spoke not a word, glowered and glared
Adding to the oppressive gloom
She's here? I attempt to crack his psych
But he deigned to give no answers
His nose twitched as his nostrils flared
Like a pair of drunk belly dancers
What to do? I try again, yet still no replies
We can't stay here, we have to run
Have to find some place else to dwell,
At least unless - have you got a gun?
Don't think bullets would work! he cries
She's not like us, I'm afraid I fear
Demon from a distant Intergalactic Hell
Not from these parts, nowhere near!
The Sight
We glimpsed a scene a little voyeuristic
A couple entwined in copulation
But that's natural, in this area expected
Bit of fun, top up the population
Though then the next less pleasuristic
As sudden her Halo thence explode
Claws sprang from fingers and dissected
Hapless he, striped like red barcode
An hour til nightfall to make our escape
Past the alley where first we found
This angelic vision of love, presuming
Bloke's misled for good time bound
Her skin transformed to silver moonscape
Eyes glowed green like acid sapphires
Whence prey she commenced consuming
Emitting aura of cold bluescent fires
Looks up mid-feast, stopping to howl
As sees us idly wandering past
Bloodcurdling depth holds us transfixed
Like cats in headlights, then fast
We sprint as voice grows into a growl
Next you! No avoid my attacks!
I know where ya live! Gulp ya mixed!
For desert and supper and snacks!
Cold Sweat
That sounds rotten! my mate he sings
I've got no reason to stick about
I'll get a ticket and make a break for it
From this state I'll be getting out
Ditto - first I need to get some things
And then I'll be right with you
You can be lookout lest she pay a visit
And if, and then - I have no clue...
She lurches in the corner of our eyes
Out of the alley hot on our heels
Though not quick, I hope can't climb
Like those movie creature deals
Up the fire-escape we hop like flies
See if you can find a repellent
Variety of stuff but there's no time
Then: Something excellent!
Hairspray
What did you find? Tell me, hurry!
She's coming up the stairs!
A can of hairspray! he responded
I can spray it on her hairs!
What are you on? Should I worry?
Hairspray you say? Whatever,
Think it's hightime we absconded
Hairspray? Not mine, not ever
I've no idea where that came from
So easy is it to get distracted
In these critical moments of crisis
But I looked askance and acted
Cool - it must belong to Hellstrom
Janitor who cleans my room
Once a month he enters my oasis
Wielding a mop and broom
He has a theory that every insect
Will overrun our lump of rock
He's a complete crackpot I think
But it's not my place to mock
The 'hairspray' I now close inspect
But in fact it isn't: it's for flies
It's flyspray for the flies to drink
To poison them until they dies
Flyspray
So he has a plan my man the janitor
And one involving specicide
He won't get far with that scheme
The amount of flies I've spied
They're infinite that type of critter
Swarming from s hit to pot
But then I notice his eyes gleam
It may just be worth a shot
Lighter
You got a lighter? he asks cryptic
Huh? Didn't know you smoked...
Not for me - for this can of flyspray!
For a second my chin I stroked
I thought a bit, when suddenly a screek
It's Mrs Cowl from Number Four!
This lends us time, and not from memory
Sure to be one in kitchen drawer
And there it is, and an old candle
Tape, twine, a host of stuff
The lighter I grab, not much gas
I hope it proves to be enough
There's an attempt on the handle
But we've locked the door
Don't really want to have to do this
Leave me alone! I implore
Fire
Next it kicks this monster, and hard
And we jump up to the ceiling
I'm really not certain I'm up to it
Within and out a queasy feeling
Door flimsily splinters with disregard
To the occupants' mental state
Aiming the spraycan, I try to get it lit
Clicking flint at a nervous rate
In a flash it takes! The alien cowers
Burning flyspray's a perfect foil
To make our monstrous foe humble
So hot! squeals she with recoil
But here's the thing - she isn't flowers
I move it slowly closer the flame
She catches fire, and next she crumbles
Shrieking, with only herself to blame
On the carpet a gunky clump remains
I'll leave it for Hellstrom to clean
It's his day job after all - he's good at stains
Professional eradicator of filth I mean