Green Goo Monster Poem by norman hale

In the days of the old west
He was nothing more than a slave
But he was accused of stealing and hung
Now each full moon he rises from his grave

He rises from the swamps
And makes his way into town
seeking out his revenge
On that bunch of lying clowns

He looks a lot like a mummy
But covered in greenish gooo
And let us be thankfull
He's not after me or you

He's tall and strong
With eyes glowing red
At least six foot six
To the top of his head

Stay away from that town
For he's going to kill all of them
And until he does
there will be no rest for him

His moon is shining tonight
So stay hid and don't make a sound
Because come the next morning
It might be you that might be found

If you see him coming
It won't do you any good to run
For others have already tried it
They have even tried a gun

But every full moon
He heads to town again
And come halloween night
the town will have bodies piled within

So watch out for the green gooo
And those red eyes shining bright
For you may be his next victim
While the moon is shing its light

wrote 10/2/2007 by norman hale jr