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Werewolf
Howling and prowling through the forest it went,
creeping along to the little girl’s scent.
Huffing and puffing,
dripping red tongue.
Eyes like malachite,
heart like a drum.
It trotted and darted
through dark twisted trees,
licking its lips and sniffing the breeze.
And there in a clearing red riding hood stood.
‘That looks like dinner,’ he thought,
but as he moved closer
she looked over her shoulder
and brought out a dagger
from the basket she’d brought.
With a twist and a slash she cut off his paw,
the bleeding wolf yelped and he ran.
Inside the cottage the little girl pondered
her Grandmother’s dismembered hand.
Wolf man
Do you see the moon tonight?
It’s bright and very bold.
Have you heard the farmer’s tale
of death amongst the fold?
It’s bright and very bold.
Have you heard the farmer’s tale
of death amongst the fold?
The lambs were torn
and stained with blood
The‘thing’ they did not see.
It must have been a crafty beast
and crept up stealthily.
and stained with blood
The‘thing’ they did not see.
It must have been a crafty beast
and crept up stealthily.
Bob went out with his rifle,
upon the lonely moor,
five days passed
and all they found
were his rifle
and a spoor.
upon the lonely moor,
five days passed
and all they found
were his rifle
and a spoor.
Lock the doors
my love
sleep safe
and ask the Lord to bless.
Beware the hungry creature
has a taste for human flesh.
Lady Spider
Observe now that fantastic silk
which shimmers in the sun,
velveteen seductress
oh my! What a web you’ve spun.
Dewdrops hang like jewels,
frost frozen diamonds on a hair
admire the eight legged trapeze artist
balancing mid air.
Steadily she creeps along,
that opportunist spinner.
Those small vibrations of her net
tell her that there is dinner.
my love
sleep safe
and ask the Lord to bless.
Beware the hungry creature
has a taste for human flesh.
Lady Spider
Observe now that fantastic silk
which shimmers in the sun,
velveteen seductress
oh my! What a web you’ve spun.
Dewdrops hang like jewels,
frost frozen diamonds on a hair
admire the eight legged trapeze artist
balancing mid air.
Steadily she creeps along,
that opportunist spinner.
Those small vibrations of her net
tell her that there is dinner.
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