Following footsteps
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.
Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.
The scent is strong
I expect it will jump out,
I hear myself breathing
whilst quietly looking about.
Suddenly in my face
a smiling circle with a frown,
I smack him over the head
terminally beat him down.
Left in excited shock
I'm ready to eat,
starting at the bottom
with its candy flavoured feet.
I feel other monsters
watching from afar,
eyes blinking in the darkness
little bar stewards!
'Starting at the bottom with its candy flavoured feet.' Rachel Ann Butler
Wow! This is evil depicted but don't we all indulge ourselves without the kill at Asda's and Sainsburys; -) Really good and interesting poem which kept my interest all the way through, in fact I'm going to read it again! Ruthy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like an Easter Egg hunt on Acid. Loved it.