Rolly, polly, dummy does scream. M&M's, yummy, chase me in me dreams. Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, never do stop. Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em till you pop!
Choking for lack of bitted blood and air. No Web! No Web! Angsty anger and despair!
Tortured snozzy in the night rips like buzzsaws: What delight! Try to sleep sound to that snoring, wake up cranky in the morning.
Technogeek awaits a treat–Google Chrome for when I roam. New OS–simple, sweet. When, my fancy, will we meet? Counting days in digits down.
Tender, raw the hand he bit. Blood and bone are gone. Nothing left but nerves infused with painful memories.
The whirlpool drowns in swirls of grey–a deep and briny grave. It kills its man like prey. Struggle then–if you must–but none may fly away.
Deep in buried old oak roots lies a skull, grey and broken, filled with earth. Should the tree be felled, the horrors it would tell!
Working hard, or hardly working? More like getting worked over hard!