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A long trailer In a sombre forest Two young boys creep Through a long corridor One blond and fair The other is sometimes mistaken For an immigrant from India The floor is sticky and smells From spilt pink lemondae Scooby Doo cries out from the TV "Jeepers Creepers it's the Creeper!" The two boys watch wide eyed Scooby's antics and Shaggy's Immense appetite They giggle and scream In delight As a ghostly axe misses Scooby By a hair The movie is over and it's time to go It's dark out, scarily dark They laugh nervously But jump into the large truck Both clad in the trappings Of young explorers: ***** sweat pants T shirts with wolves Hair bleached by the sun Skin dark and freckled Finger nails ***** from building forts And muddy shoes from testing If river banks are as solid as they look.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
The smell of pink lemonade
A long trailer In a sombre forest Two young boys creep Through a long corridor One blond and fair The other is sometimes mistaken For an immigrant from India The floor is sticky and smells From spilt pink lemondae Scooby Doo cries out from the TV "Jeepers Creepers it's the Creeper!" The two boys watch wide eyed Scooby's antics and Shaggy's Immense appetite They giggle and scream In delight As a ghostly axe misses Scooby By a hair The movie is over and it's time to go It's dark out, scarily dark They laugh nervously But jump into the large truck Both clad in the trappings Of young explorers: ***** sweat pants T shirts with wolves Hair bleached by the sun Skin dark and freckled Finger nails ***** from building forts And muddy shoes from testing If river banks are as solid as they look.
q-d-malcolm
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
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