Three Little Pigs vs. GodzillaOnce upon a time there were three little pigs venturing out on their own. The first little pig decided that he needed a shelter to live in, so he built a little hut out of straw. Some time later, Godzilla ventured into that part of the village and came across the straw hut. He asked the little pig to come out and the little pig said, "Not a chance, buddy". So, Godzilla huffed and puffed and blew fire and burned the straw hut to the ground and enjoyed roast pork for breakfast.Three Little Pigs vs. Godzilla by *melodiousglenndog
The second little pig decided that he needed a place to live, so he built a log cabin. Some time later, Godzilla ventured into that part of the village and came across the log cabin. He asked the little pig to come out and the little pig said, "Not a chance, buddy". So, Godzilla huffed and puffed and blew fire and burned the log cabin to the ground and enjoyed smoked ham for lunch.
While Godzilla was busy devouring the first two little pigs, the third little pig decided to build a brick house. Some time later, God
In Loving MemoryWithin the aphotic recesses of my heartIn Loving Memory by *melodiousglenndog
Exists a place left torn apart
A hole my friend did occupy
My dearest friend too young to die
His memories float through my mind
But, memories are all I find
He is gone and I bereft
An empty space is all that's left
He is better off today
His pain and suffering gone away
Cancer can exact its toll
But, cancer can not take a soul
I wonder what he'd have to say
To hear me carry on this way
Yet, he is gone and I remain
With wounded heart and much disdain.
I Think a Gnome Lives in My FridgeBeyond the fridge door is a magical roomI Think a Gnome Lives in My Fridge by *melodiousglenndog
With the door closed - cold, dark, gloom
When one opens the door on turns a light
To brighten up the darkest night.
The light makes visible food and drink
Some of it is still good, "I think?"
"How does the light come on?", you say
I think I might have discovered one day.
I think there was a little gnome
Which ran a little too slow back to his home
I seen him trip on the butter dish
And duck behind three day old fish.
When I looked again he was not there
He could not just have disappeared
Did he hide behind the chicken legs?
Or climb into the carton of eggs?
Where does he go when you open the door?
He turns on the light and is seen no more
Does he jump into a bowl of peas?
Or hide behind some moldy cheese?
You must think I am quite mad
But, I have seen the tiny lad
Unless I was not quite awake
And dreamed him up for goodness sake.
One day I'll find this tiny gnome
And you'll think twice about this poem
But, one more thing before I go
Why are ther
Trapped?I wonder if its clear to seeTrapped? by *melodiousglenndog
That I am trapped in masonry.
These powerful wings did once fly free
Before these walls did capture me.
There are forces here not understood
As evil tries to conquer good.
This wall of stone that holds me still
Has taxed my strength, but not my will.
Even in the hands of death
I strive to take just one more breath.
In that breath new strength it brings
To badly bruised and battered wings.
I know now what I must do
This prison wall I WILL break through.
Once again these wings will fly
Unfettered through the open sky.
The Itsy Bitsy KillerThe itsy bitsy spider lived on Carver Lane,
Nobody knew of the children he'd slain.
Out of the darkness, with charming wit he came,
Lying through his fangs, we never knew his name.
The itsy bitsy spider lived across the street,
Luring children in with a promise of a treat.
Out came the knife and little Katie's gone,
The itsy bitsy spider is preying on your spawn.
The itsy bitsy spider is waiting after school,
You better warn your little ones that people can be cruel.
Out comes his web and innocents are caught,
Nobody knows what caused his mind to rot.
The itsy bitsy spider is someone you know,
Maybe it's a teacher, putting on a show.
Be careful with your children, know where they are,
The itsy bitsy spider is never very far.
The Inner DarknessYour wretched heart stabs the flesh,
Bleeding out, drowning in sin,
Mere mortal's gaze,
Wrapped in haze,
Unseen, you hide in dreams of rage.
Your hunger devours,
Lusting with dark desires,
A feeding frenzy of unconsciousness,
Never quenching the burning fires.
Abandoned, forgotten in time,
Forever clawing at these eternal rotting walls,
Left alone to die in this deserted hole,
Surviving only within
The heartless soul of this living drone.