It’s All Downhill from Here

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colored pencilGhoulish Delight

I rustle my hands in taloned glee

Because the deadly recipe

From neither pots nor spoons nor pans

But sort of cauldron-cooked began

To boil and burble, burn and bake

And make a horrid bellyache

In which I openly rejoice

From the bottom of my heart at the top of my voice

Since it eats at the spot whence woe betides

I mean, my enemy’s insides

I hate to admit that it drives me nuts

How I loathe the cretin’s creepy guts

So I will make like a fleet of moles

And bore them full of a flock of holes

Filling me full of ironic glee

And comeuppance for him who so bores me

Since that’s why I really stayed in school

To grow up and be a bad little ghoul

And lest you forget yourself, sneer or scoff

Be nice to me or I’ll bump you offcolored pencil

So Soon Begins the End

Upon my word! This is a fix

I never thought to find me in–

at least not find for five or six

more decades, when my hair’d grown thin

and belly fat, and joints grown weak

and brain grown mushier than it had

been yet, but I age as we speak–

so rapidly–why, this is Bad!

I never dreamed that I would age

before a hundred years or so,

and then, at most, to turn more sage;

oh, this is a grubby way to go!

17 thoughts on “It’s All Downhill from Here”

  2. I read with Devilish Delight
    About your potion foul
    As I have in mind a certain soul
    Who needs to scream and howl…
    But, time is short around these parts
    As are ingredients for this brew!
    So, I ask you, Neighbor Ghoul:
    Share a cup or two?

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  4. “to grow up and be a bad little ghoul”
    (and what a deliciously bad little ghoul you’ve become!)
    p.s. you’re not really asking me to believe you’ve grown up, are you?
    if I’m still a child, then surely you are still right beside me, grubby or not.

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    • The only way there’s any danger atall of my bumping anyone off (being a squeamish sort in real life) is by overdosing them with chocolate, but of course that would only happen with the kindest of intentions. So I’m just giving you fair warning . . . 🙂

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  6. Gee. For a moment there I thought I was reading a script from Mob Wives with this talk of bumping people off. Then I realized that, at best, the only verse that show will every produce is something akin to “Poet and didn’t know it.” As for your second of today’s offerings, I’m reminded of the comment, “What a drag it is getting old!” Who knew that Mick Jagger was psychic?

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    • That might just explain a whole bunch of things about Mick, no? 😉 Don’t worry, my bumpings-off are kept at a strictly fictional level thus far. I think I may have mentioned somewhere along the line that I’d make a lousy criminal anyway! 🙂

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