Special Halloween Edition

The Closet (Bill Temple)

The Closet

"Daddy, close the closet door."

"Why, Eddie?"

"It scares me. I keep seeing eyes."

"Eddie, come look. See, nothing in here, but your clothes and some toys. Now in bed with you. There's nothing in here to scare you."

"But Eddie, I do remember a boy."

Billy Bob, was a real slob

And he was such a bully too

He never washed or changed his clothes

And he always smelled like pooh

He did really, really bad in school

Was 14 years old in grade 4

Never listened to what his parents said

Stole all the time and always swore

He even drank beer with the older boys

And broke into buildings, stole cars

Smashed windows at the local mall

The local swimming hole, he filled with tar

One night when he was passed out

Snoring soundly in his bed

He felt the covers being thrown back

Hands wrapped around his body and head

He was dragged, kicking and screaming

Across his bedroom floor

And he was thrown into his closet

Someone slammed the closet door

He felt hands holding him down

Though he fought with all his might

Suddenly 100 blood red eyes

Stared at him through the night

They were joined by 100 white fangs

Glowing brightly, moving his way

He felt 200 paws walking over him

Biting him all over, where he lay

He tried to scream, no words came out

His mouth felt like it was full of hair

But hair, it was not, was something worst

A thousand spiders had nested there

He felt them rush from his mouth

All over his face and up his nose

In his ears, across his eyes

Pretty much anywhere they chose

He felt them crawling inside his head

Down his throat, his insides too

Horrible visions of ogres and trolls

Flashed in his head, as the spiders bore through

He then felt the most awful pain

Like he was being torn, limb from limb

Something warm and wet splashed in his face

The ogres and trolls were eating him

He felt them chewing on his fingers

They bit off all his toes

Legs and arms were torn away

They even ate his very soul

It wasn't until three days later

They found him, still on the closet floor

Curled up like a baby, sucking his thumb

Scratch marks inside the closet door

He's never spoken a word since

All he does is sit in a chair

People feed him, wash him, put him to bed

He doesn't even know they are there

Billy Bob is still a slob

Sits drooling all night and day

Wets his bed, craps his pants

Being a bully didn't pay off,

He got his, I guess you could say

"Night, Eddie. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

© January 25, 2013