where's
my good friend the boogeyman tonight
I
sure hope he comes out to play
that's
why I slept most of the day
spending
time with him is such a delight
we
enjoy playing by the full moon's light
there
are times I wish he could stay
where's
my good friend the boogeyman tonight
I
sure hope he comes out to play
if
anyone saw him they'd die of fright
he
smells of rotting flesh, decay
that
alone could blow you away
to
me, just a kid, I think he's alright
where's
my good friend the boogeyman tonight
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Rondel
Poem
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