the melancholy death of the Oyster Boy (& other stories)
Voodoo Girl
Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all swen apart
an she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has a beautiful set
of hypno-disk eyes,
the ones that she uses
to hypnotize guys.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.
Roy, the Toxic Boy
To those of us who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make most people choke!
His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He'd stand inside of the garage
in te early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
for breathing outdoor air?
As Roy's soul left his body,
we all said silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
Sue
To avoid a lawsuit,
we'll just call her Sue
(or "that girl who likes
to sniff lots of glue").
The reason I know
that this is the case
is when she blows her nose,
kleenex sticks to her face.
Stick Boy and Match Girl in love
Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
he liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.
But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up pretty quick.
Tim Burton.
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