Dont buy that video, mum!
I know its better than some
But the movies you get just escape set,
And look what our house has become
Theres Vampires hung up in the attic, And Aliens under my bed
At the top of the stairs theres
A Family of Bears
And a bloke with a bolt through his head
A Mermaid moved in the bathroom
A choir of Nuns in the hall
And the littlest rooms now
A Temple of Doom
With Snakes sliding in through the wall
OH! im fed up with fighting for fruit-juice
With a fridge full of Slimy Green Frogs,
And i wont share my bed
With a Tribe of Undead
Nor clean up after loveable Dogs
Perhaps we get a new telly
Theres some really secure ones about,
And tough VCRs with Titanium Bars
So the Creatures inside cant get out
So dont buy that video mum,
Already my minds going numb
Save your money
For Chips or Chocloate Whips
Then see what our house will become
CHRISTIAN_WARD
This is a poem that was created by poet, Christain Ward this poem is about a boy/girl who had gotten afraif of his/hers sorrounding due to the horror movies hes/shes been watching.I hope you like it.