Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 910

Made Of Nature, Hello Stranger

He shakes side to side,
Trying to source the sound.
"Huh!? What?!" he cried.
"H E L L O." The voice rebounds.

He glances across,
Off in the doorway.
Covered in bark and moss,
A round object in grey.

Eyes open and round,
Like white little beads.
As if made from the ground,
"F O O D." it seems to plead.

[corncobman]

Pg 911

Hello, Food. Why Are You Talking To It, Dude?

Emil has no food,
For the weird little thing.
He misunderstood.
Its food it was greeting.

The Swede's not the meal,
He insists in a fit.
Asks the mage concealed
"Why are you talking to it?"

He talks of his island home,
And the blueberries he hates.
To ignore the speaking gnome,
And not to get by it ate.

An anecdote the cat says,
To focus his mind.
Why asks the vätte,
Is he leaving it behind...

[corncobman]

Pg 912

Yum Yum! To Fill Its Tum...

"Y U M Y U M!" it says from its cubby,
It says "Y U M Y U M Y U M!"
Moving its legs short and stubby,
For the duo, it now comes.

What? It's daylight broad,
It's not supposed to come outside!
The chubby creature plods,
Rotund, short and wide.

"Y U M Y U M..." it continues...
Soon face-to-face, one-on-one.
Its notion soon disabused.
"O W O W O W! T O O M U C H S U N!"

[corncobman]

Pg 913

From Sunlight Withdrew, Duskling Peek-a-boo

The sun is too bright,
It beats a hasty retreat.
However it keeps within sight
The Swedish man-meat.

The creature's sheltering,
From the sunlight pure.
Lalli says "A duskling."
It's his nomenclature.

They can grow a thick husk,
So they're protected in part.
They start roaming at dusk,
Lalli hates them with his heart.

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Potato Bug (based on Expresso Love by Dire Straits)

They get hiding in the daytime
Roaming in the dusk
They come out semi-night time
With their conifer-like husk
Their bodies not exposed
Covered head to feet, yeah
Funny talking, bitey, they're all gross
Tumour tuber human-eaters

Strangely feeling threatened
Threatened by its words
"Hello" says potato bug
You know it's crazy and absurd

Like a child it starts to talk
Under cover, like a gargoyle swine
Found its dinner, starts to talk a walk
In the broad daylight sunshine
It says "Food, why are you leaving?"
Lalli called it a 'duskling'
And I know what I want
I want to shoot that thing

Well it calls me food, but I'm not its food
And I'm not its food cos I'm not, alright?
Plodding, watch it going, it stirred
Piggy potato, it's roaming around in the light

And it got rays in its eyes now
Behind a tree it nipped
Too much sun in the sky now
"Food." it still quipped
And it's hiding behind a tree there
Now it's biding until it can leave there
Shrub? Potato bug's in sight

I don't want to be dinner for it
Thank you very much
All fire bombs it are required on it

Potato bug
Hey like so, watch it go now
Then it starts to run just when there's too much sun
Hey like so, watch it go
Then it starts to run just when there's too much sun

[corncobman]

Page 914

Shoot First, Single Burst

Emil! Chop chop, man!
Do as Lalli recommends.
Put as much distance as you can,
Before dusk descends!

Lalli would keep watch
And inform if it crept.
But that plan the Swede botched,
With his actions inept.

He would keep his mind's eye
On it and let them know.
So now, in hindsight,
Was shooting it the way to go?

Despite mage protestations,
The cleanser let his gun rip.
For the monster population,
Around, alarm bells will trip.

[corncobman]

Pg 915

Noise Interrupts. He Done Mucked It Up

Shot through the skull,
From the bullet he shoots.
A single beast culled,
It rolls down the roots.

Arresting its rolling,
It halts with a SPLOP.
The corpse of the troll-ling,
Near the doorway, it stopped.

From the doorway square,
Multiple cries of "NOISE?"
Now painfully aware,
You've had it now boys!

Sure, one there was slew,
But many more there filled.
"Oh." It was then that he knew.
You mucked it up there, Emil!

[corncobman]

Pg 916

Seeing The Gun, Flee, Standing Dumbly

"NOISE?" inside echoes through,
"NOISE" and "FOOD!" they cried.
As the creatures all come to,
The horde rolls out like the tide.

They dash out onto the dirt land,
Then they spy the cadaver.
All stop, on alert and
It's dead, they gather.

"GUN?" they ask, inquisitive,
"GUN!" they recognise.
Though they seem quite primitive,
Firearms are identified.

In all directions they flee,
Seeing the danger potential.
Bewildered the cleanser be,
His error seeming inconsequential.

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Pg 917

Numbers Stunning, Just Keep Runnning

Glimpses of the little herd,
The sheer number overwhelming.
Crying out their words,
Random calls condemning.

"What now?" asking puzzled,
Start moving on the double!
Outnumbered and outmuscled,
Soon they'll be in trouble.

The sheltered vätte throng
Are only temporarily slowed.
Once the shadows become long,
They'll come for the duo.

How is he supposed to deal
With the coming multitudes?
Asks the cleanser Emil,
To avoid being consumed.

With the woods becoming bustling,
There's no plan cunning.
When he encounters dusklings,
Lalli just keeps running.

Either so far away that,
The cat cannot be found.
Or until the next day and
The sun comes back around.

If he was alone somehow,
And not dragging the cat...
But as it is now,
He can't do any of that.

[corncobman]

Pg 918

Bad At Running, Wait Till Sun's In

If it's the only way, he thinks,
Then let his body remain.
They'll be too busy with the lynx,
But put a bullet in his brain.

That's not his meaning,
Either way he can't run.
He's much better at cleaning,
With his bombs and guns.

If they can hold out until
The morning the next day.
The whole day they will
Have to lose them, okay.

Since there's no slipping,
From the hungry corrupt,
They'll just have to dig in,
And somehow bunker up.

[corncobman]

Pg 919

Sturdy Repair, Creeping Stares

Lalli says might as well,
They'll catch up anyway.
Do they need a roof to repel?
"We need a roof." Lalli says.

At broken roofs, Lalli balks,
They need strong defence walls.
Ever closer, they're stalked,
By the staring bark balls.

"This one!" Lalli declares.
A building of stone and slate.
Sturdy enough for the pair,
Its capabilities are thus great.

[corncobman]

Pg 920

Compiled Junk There, In A Pile, Bunker

The pair now inset,
The Swede lifts and heaves.
To move cabinets,
Bookshelves and settees.

With everything, everywhere,
In a defensive stance.
Tables, chests and chairs,
Boxes, drawers and ottomans.

Using anything large,
Even carpets rolled.
The way in is barred,
It all better hold.

[corncobman]

Pg 921

Long Shadows Exposing, Mage's Body Posing

That door opens to
A bathroom closet.
Can't be broken through,
In that way they cannot get.

The windows are thick,
With double glass panes.
It will soon be anarchic,
Seeing the shadows as he cranes.

Talking to the stiff laid,
While propping the body mindless.
Asking "Do you think they
Might not even find us?"

[corncobman]

Pg 922

Barred The Door, Seeking Food Once More

"No. They'll find us."
Is the mage's reply.
Can't hide behind this,
Only time can they buy.

"They found us." he states,
Come the bangs and scratches.
Let's hope the barricades
Will be more than their matches.

"FOOD?" asks the things without,
"WHY DID YOU CLOSE THE DOOR?"
Outside the makeshift redoubt,
Taking siege, now they bore.

[corncobman]

Pg 923

Just Want To Eat, Raising Their Beat

"FOOD! FOOD! LET US IN! LET US IN!"
Call the none too polite.
From the noise and the din,
The pair will get no respite.

"PLEASE! WE'RE SO HUNGRY"
They continue their call.
The congregation so ugly
Just want to eat them, that's all.

Surging their fold, the fellows
With loud questions and remarks.
The little hangry bellows
Coming from all over the park.

From the forest, surrounding,
To bear down on the veranda.
Come pounding, compounding,
Will the building withstand 'em?

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Blob-rock Jamboree (based on Zombie Jamboree by Rockapella)

Hey, Back to back, ha ha ha ha, hey, belly to belly
Yes my friends
Hey, Back to back, ha ha ha ha, hey, belly to belly

It was a blob-rock jamboree
Took place in the forest cemetery
Oh, it was a blob-rock jamboree
Took place in the forest cemetery

Blob-rocks from all parts of the high lands
Some of them are talking proteans
There's no reason the barnacles
They got together anarchical
And they were running

Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm prone, man, already
Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

One talking blob-rock, it wouldn't behave
See how it's turned over into the grave
In one hand I told it not to come
The other hand shooting it was kinda dumb

You know the pair of friends are holed up inside
While the other blob-rocks are rockin' a tide
One bystander, he had this to say
"Food! Hello Food! Food, why are you walking away?"
Bonk! And they were banging

Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn but the blonde head is sweaty
Back to back, oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

And they were calling
Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady
Oh, back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

Hey hey, back to back, everyone we sing, back to back
And belly to belly then back to back
One two three four

Hey, what a blob-rock jamboree
Their fangs bared to the two in captivity
Uptown, downtown blob-rock jamboree
Whoa whoa whoa, yeah yeah

There's a many blob-rocks outside these days
Fifty-strong blob-rocks on a hangry malaise
The numerous blob-rocks can freely roam
The blob-rocks who're pounding the home

Hah, what they do, huh

Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the bone-head is deadly
Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

And they were balling
Back to back, come, belly to belly
But I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady
Back to back, ha ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

I need the chorus
Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm prone, man, already, yeah
Back to back, mon, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

Back to back, hey
Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the homestead is ready
Back to back, ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

Sing the chorus
Back to back, whoah, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause we're armed with machetes
Back to back, ha ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

He's a bimbo
Back to back to back to back to belly
I don't give a damn 'cause the blonde-head is ready
Back to back, come, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

One more time, yeah
Back to back, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady, yeah
Back to back, come, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree

[corncobman]

Pg 924

Ton O' Rocks (based on Solid Rock by Dire Straits)

Well take a look at that
I used my itchy trigger hand
Saying this is all my bad you know
Hope the building stands now
If I realised that the light's gonna dim
How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in

I want to live, a ton o' rocks
They start to dig, a ton o' rocks
I'm staying within, the doorway is blocked
It's all a cliff, a ton o' rocks

Well I'm bricked in a rental
In this insanity now
I'm stuck in residential locality now
I don't know what's worse
Try to break this old curse
Living in seclusion, stopping an intrusion

Well the house is barred
Was never built for shock
The're all coming down, a crowd, hell for leather
Now two ton o' rocks, two solid blocks
You know they're gonna stick
Yeah they're gonna stick together

Because the head that you break
That's the one that you rely on
The bed that you make
That's the one you gotta lie on
When you point your rifle 'cause your plan fell through
You got more arrivals come attack at you

I want to live, a ton o' rocks
They start to dig, a ton o' rocks
I wanna stay in, the doorway is blocked
It's all a cliff, a ton o' rocks
A ton o' rocks now

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Outside, Insight

Hands clutch
Mage touch
As such
Too much

Heads held
Minds meld
Split-spelled
Pain felt

Rock gobs
Mouth mobs
Eye blobs
Brain throbs

Prey found
Surround
Tight-wound
Compound

Tides flow
Time slows
Aches throe
Dos-à-dos

Adrift
Light rift
Sight-shift
Steep cliff

Worlds blend
Minds bend
Two friends
The end?

[corncobman]

Pg 925

Changing Tack, Words Turning Black

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!" call the voices,
Outside the fortifications.
Chatter ceaseless and boisterous,
With single determination.

In a disorderly queue,
Creatures numbering five score.
It's too hard to chew through,
So please just open the door.

Barriers keeping at bay,
Too tough to be reached.
So changing tack do they,
Calling with blackened speech.

He shouts for his pally,
As his brain they're raiding.
He shouts for him: "Lalli!
They're doing the thing!"