That Rip Van Winkle woke and went
Back home is popularly known,
But how so died the idle gent
Is curiously left alone.
I'll tell you this: To take a nap
Into the hills he took a walk.
He ne'er walk'd back and ne'er did hap
With any kin again to talk.
Within the hills his corpse was found,
The elder's body lately dead,
Lying upon the dewy ground,
A pumpkin where'd have been his head.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday
All have a rendezvous with death,—a Kiss Your Ass Goodbye Day.
He’s coming with a super bomb, and he will have his V-Day,—
The man to end all other days, the man who goes by D-Day.
In that one I see two kittens
Another kitten eating.
In that one I see a middle finger
Giving to me a greeting.
In that one I see a fleecy lamb
Impaled on a steeple.
In that one I see a mushroom cloud
And the deaths of millions of people.
I slay the lamb, then fill a cup
With lamb's blood, then I spill it;
And then again I fill it up,
Spill it, and then refill it.
Another lamb is drained bone dry.
Again it's re-repeated.
May lambs still live so lambs may die:
May lambs go undefeated.
Tonight the poltergeists will come
And rip you out of bed,
And pound your walls, and drum your door,
And hammer in your head,
And leave you writhing still alive,
Though rather you'd be dead.
But fear not these; they merely prank;
Instead the demon fear
That frights away the poltergeists
Whene'er it doth appear,
And screams a scream that makes to bleed
A stream each mangled ear.
It comes for you, your soul to possess;
And I do sadly tell,
You have no chance yourself to save;
So, sleep, and sleep you well—
Enjoy another tender dream
Before you're dragged to Hell.
They come together in the night,
Amid the leaves, within the bush,
Noiseless inside the stilly hush,
Beneath the full moon shining bright.
Healthy and large and leafy green,
She beckons him of smaller size,——
A woody, twig-like male, who flies
To meet his mate, his mantis queen.
They come together and seem as one,
As though one twig with greeny leaves
Were moving much with little breeze
Where shade rebuffs the noonday sun.
They turn their heads to share a kiss,
Antennae twining round like vines.
The male ignores the warning signs,
Oblivious to what's amiss.
The kiss becomes a vicious bite.
She chews off quickly half his face.
He holds, despite this, his embrace,——
Holding it fast and gripping tight.
Headless in bites, he needs no head,
Continuing the lusty deed.
His queen discovers her no need
Either of this, nor cares he's dead.
Finished with him, herself she frees.
He twitches yet,——a moving a corse.
As though a leaf swept by a force
Of gusty wind, she leaves on a breeze.