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The BoogeymanWhen you go to bed and turn off all the lights,
You might see something that gives you a fright.
Outside your window or under your bed,
Ready to snatch you and chew on your head,
Hatching a masterful monsterful plan
That's right, it's that big bad mean old Boogeyman!
But wait if you give the old beastie a chance,
He'll stop with his masterful monsterful plans
And give you a monster hug, cuddly and warm,
And play checkers with you 'til the very next morn.
So don't be afraid and don't start to cry,
'Cause the big bad mean monster's a pretty nice guy.
The Pengriffin's PlightI am the sad Pengriffin,
And I am a mythic freak.
The back end of a lion
With a penguin's wings and beak.
I am not a scary creature.
I inspire mirth, not fear.
The knights I fight all laugh at me
Until they're brought to tears.
I am the sad Pengriffin
And I don't know how to fly.
Peasants laugh off my rampages,
And penguin tears form in my eyes.
I wish I could be scary,
But I know it's not to be.
I am the sad Pengriffin;
Please pretend you're scared of me.
Think of Their FamiliesThe family received the news
At noon last week, I hear.
"Little Ronnie Roachington,
The youngest of six hundred sons,
Was eating crumbs of crusty bread
When a shoe came down upon his head,"
Ronnie's obituary read.
Ronnie Roachington was buried
In the compost heap.
His mother and father cried and cried.
His six hundred brothers were sad inside.
His grandma prayed that he'd be safe.
His grandpa was angry at Ronnie's fate.
They cried 'til it was very late.
So listen to me now, my child,
And take these words to heart.
Before you bring the swatter down
Or stomp your foot upon the ground
To squash a happy pair of bees
Or ants snacking on moldy cheese
Think of their families, please.
The DodoYou'd think that the dodo would want to cry.
Its wings are too small, so it cannot fly.
But the dodo doesn't sob or squawk.
The dodo finds it fun to walk.
The GillygalooThe Gillygaloo is a whacked-out bird
(The craziest bird of all, I've heard).
It lays square eggs that don't taste too nice,
But if you're in a pinch you can use them as dice.
Robin RedbreastLittle Robin Redbreast
Is much too fat to fly.
He drinks another milkshake
And sadly wonders why.
MoonpiratesSome pirates sail the seven seas
In creaky ships on the ocean breeze.
But this crew knows a better place -
The Moonpirates sail in outer space!
The Moonpirates are a rowdy bunch.
They eat space rocks and milk for lunch,
Sing pirate songs, and tell woundrous tales
Of rocket jets and solar sails.
From Mercury to Saturn's rings,
These brave spacefarers loudly sing,
"Hang up the flag! Put up the mast!
We seek the gold! Ahoy, avast!"
On silver seas of stars so bright,
They sail onward through the night.
Across the sky they give the call,
"It's all for fun and fun for all!"
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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