Sunday, June 10, 2012

Your Visit

I heard that you were thinking of a trip,
They said that you considered coming here
And flavouring the local atmosphere
With something special, like a big fat lip
And salmonella from a garbage skip.
I'm writing you to try to make it clear
What we're expecting: drama, stress, and fear,
Among which we just hope to get a grip.

Please don't come here. Go somewhere else instead.
We just don't want to see you any more,
Your flailing hands, your grin. You're such a bore,
We'd like to make a puppet from your head
And have it say rude things about the dead
Ironically from underneath the floor.