from afar, the children could see;
a large man towering a tree;
such long limbs! such an eerie grin!
young Delilah knew not where he'd been;
scarlet splatters near squint eyes;
a hoarse voice with beckoning lies;
small George, frail and in disarray;
she could only shout, "Don't run away!"
Smile Man vanished, it's too late;
as George falls flat on his face;
"I'm a friend, don't be so rude,"
as the eerie man gobbled him good.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
