A Nightmare On Fifth Street

Inspired by real-life Satirical events

Fi Five Fo Fum, Freddy is a Scary Bum Feeling mighty, quiet he comes Screeching claws, made of some Licorish sticks, he stole from there

There’s the store name — old Tim’s insane He named it so, people would astray So He could chainsaw his old, processing mill Why the mill, well you might wonder!?

He got for an inheritance, from Mikill Byers He died last June, stupid old fool — drowned in the lake He thought he could wing it — so cool, now he lays to rest in one place Don’t worry he ain’t alone, as Swamp things there — he lives near the marsh, visit him now and then

How do you know this, says Jerky Jim to old Ted — well see the thing here, I’m not Ted, oops secrets out shit its Fredd — how the hell did he reach right here I was awake, the whole time we stared, now that’s where you’re wrong Jerky Jim — as he screamed for help running on the streets, of his dream

Then comes Freddy with a slash up his keister, goes down Jim knowing it was gonna end later than sooner — as Freddy slowly laughs as he drags him away The screams slowly fade, as his arse starts to bleed — a nightmare indeed, served by silence stuffed with despair, beware when you sleep, Freddy’ll be there

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this, This poem was created in response to a challenge by a deeply adored friend, whose humor speaks volumes. Charles Roast, buddy here you go — I hope you like reading it as promised! 😆