Under The Boardwalk-A Evil Parody Poem by Ramona Thompson

Oh when the moon shines down and the sweat is pouring from my brow
And you can smell the rotting flesh from a mile away
You wish that the police would believe you
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
Burying your baby with my trusty old shovel, is where I'll be


Under the boardwalk
Doing away with the evidence
Under the boardwalk
Man, I'll be having some kind of gruesome fun
Under the boardwalk
People walking above
Could get caught any moment
How very exciting
I'll be behaving badly under the boardwalk


Under the boardwalk


My palms getting sweaty
Humming along to the happy sounds of Marilyn Manson on my radio
I can almost taste the sweetness of that delicious prison food again
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
Burying your baby, is where I'll be


Under the boardwalk
Doing away with the evidence
Under the boardwalk
Man, I'll be having some kind of gruesome fun
Under the boardwalk
People walking above
Could get caught any moment
How very exciting
I'll be behaving badly under the boardwalk


Boardwalk


Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
Burying your baby, is where I'll be


Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
Burying your baby, is where I'll be

2007 Ramona Thompson