Caylee-Slansen

Pencil Man was something special, He dreamed to be a hero. To wear a cape And "write all wrongs" Would be his alter ego. "Erasing evil" And "drawing swords" With man and beast alike. Those who called him 'yellow bellied' Would see that he could fight! But Pencil Man forgot one thing, His one and only weakness, Miss Sharpener, She had quite the look, She always left him speechless. A night of passion soon ensued He gave her all he could. As morning came All that remained Was just some broken wood.

Melon-Baby was round and sweet, Almost far too cute to eat. But in the rising Summer heat, Temptation was too hard to beat. One day as Mum strolled down the street, With Melon-Baby tucked up neat, Soundly snoring fast asleep, Mum's hunger had begun to creep. "It'll be some time before I eat, I'll just munch on those little feet." But when taste and tongue did meet, Melon-Baby did soon deplete. Melon-Baby was round and sweet, Almost far too cute to eat. But in the rising Summer heat, Temptation was too hard to beat.

There once was a boy, His parents named him Todd. In most ways he was normal, But there was something odd. Todd liked to wear a mask, The reason was unknown. He wore it day and night, His face was never shown. One day as Todd was playing Outside his favourite hole, A boy came running at him, He only had one goal. When the mask was taken, What remained was quite a shock, For instead of human features, There lived but just one rock! Now this rock was nothing special, It didn't dance or sing. Heck it wasn't even living, It just didn't do a thing! So the boy did what we all might, He reached into Todd's face, Wrapped his hands around the obj

Oh Recycle Bin, How you taunt me so. Plump from my ideas, With none for me to show. Your mouth always open, Waiting to be fed The words that roll about So messy in my head. Each scrap a banquet, Each page a tasty treat. You grin at my failure And swell from my defeat...

I find myself in a world of white, This place it feels so pure. The Sun's rays are warm and bright I've never felt so sure. I explore the land and all its sights, I enjoy the world's grand tour. I wander around until the night Shows what it has in store. In the darkness, a speck of light Reveals a hidden door. I turn the handle and peer inside, A sight I can't endure. I turn to run, to escape my plight, I dare not to explore. But something inside catches my eye, I can't resist the lure. I awake to find myself tied tight, A voice tries to assure, "This one may finally fix you right, Maybe this is the cure."

I am nothing but a puppet, A thing that you control. A simple wooden toy, I do not have a soul. I am nothing but a puppet, Someone to do your bidding. Your demands from my body, Relentless, unforgiving. I am nothing but a puppet, Your fingers pull my strings. They pull in all directions, Twisting, tangling. I am nothing but a puppet, My strings down by my sides, Trailing closely right behind me, My eternally bounding ties.