"Ha ha, you have landed on Park Lane,
I have a hotel there,
and oh, what a shame
it seems you are bankrupt again."
Death showed menace with a grin.
"I hate this game, you always win."
War seethed.
"You sir, are a sore loser,
now remember the prize.
You have to comply with all
my needs for a week.
Now grab me a beer."
Death sat back victorious in his seat.
"Here guys, do you fancy watching
this new movie, about a team of superheroes?"
Famine excitedly spewed.
2 hours later...
"I think I want a hammer
instead of my scythe!
And long hair, a new costume.
We seem to have been
left with just the basics.
Have we been forgotten?
How is it these new heroes
get all the mod cons?"
"I concur. With these powers
we could make our jobs so much easier.
No more summoning great plagues
if we can get a green beast to crush"
"Erm guys you do realise
these heroes don’t exist
it’s just a movie right,
not real, just a story to brighten lives"
Dave said sheepishly
from the corner of the room.
"Whatttt"
The horse people boomed
"You mean they are not real; it is all lies,
There is not an iron man flying the skies?"
"But I’ve met Thor,
come to think of it though
he wasn’t an Australian fellow"
Death said sipping his beer.
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