Slipity-slap, face-smack flapjack

Splats in the pan with Crisco stains.

Drip spittle-drop; stop the knots tied up

And locked tight on my brain.

Stirring and brewing these hopscotch games

Which seem to spare no end.

Spit out the sweat house nightmare mouse

That lurks inside my bed.

Or wishing to washout spider parts

In my mouth instead.

I try to dream of drizzled birthday cake

From a beauty queen named Deb.

But “surprised”, she said, “I’m really dead,

Watch as I take off my head”.

Shivers shed as I turn my chest

And pluck out my heart of red.

Plunger pop and my eyeballs drop

Like Roger Rabbit’s friends.

And levitate to watch my body

Slip on sticky bloodstains.

Crazy dreams and queasy things

Suddenly disappear

So until next time…

Hold your nose and cover your eyes

And don’t forget to fear!