Wicked Mike

(South Africa)

Boogey Man


It’s night and the lights are out
Raggedy Anne, pleeasse hold my hand
Hide beneath the covers
SSSH – don’t make a noise
Be very still
We mustn’t let the Boogey Man know that we’re here
or he’ll come and touch me in a horrible way
Raggedy Anne,
you’re my bestest friend
Did I do something wrong?
Oh! Oh!
He’s back and it smells like he’s been naughty
He’s stolen Daddy’s aftershave again.

Submitted: Sunday, January 01, 2006
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  • Solomon Brook (2/9/2006 3:43:00 PM)

    Short, but effective. Perhaps you should cast a shadow over stephen king, if you're so bold. I'd bet you may possess the talent. Delve. (Report) Reply

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