dont laugh cuz i am serious
It almost made me delirious
I almost lost my noodle
The day i was attacked by a haunted poodle
Startled awake in the dead of night
A poodle caused my deathly fright
Staring at me with bright white eyes
I knew he would bite me and cause my demise
astride my chest and in full view
I had no idea just what to do
a sudden move and he would bite my neck
severing my jugular and id die like a wreck
I stared and I stared did not dare to wince
trying to outlast him trying to convince
That i was unafraid of his impending bite
That i wasnt scared in the dead of night
His whiskers were filled with mouse guts and slime
The visualization was too sublime
When i was a child i did hallucinate
Now i fear it is getting too late
When i was a toddler i imagined such trape
From which i could never ever escape
Now that im old and the fears are back
my heart wakes me beating i fear the attack
As real as can be and as real as your hand
This vicious attack poodle made his demand
'Your head or your life' he said absurdly.
A moment later he was gone he did flee.
If it hasn't happened to you just wait
It wasn't too early it may be quite late
As you lay asleep and warm safe and peace
A vicious attack poodle may attack u too.
Beau Golden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title pulled me in, the verses made me smile, such imagery of the departed pooch, well done!