Disposing of the Body

 

DISPOSING OF THE BODY

 

 

 

An old-fashioned face, a relic

 

The top of his head, monastic

 

I detected a glimmer of grimness

 

A creep with an air of coldness

 

 

 

There was a hint of horror

 

He refused to look in a mirror

 

And when he passed near a window

 

I saw no trace of a shadow

 

 

 

His behaviour aroused suspicion

 

His looks, his moods in addition

 

He never talked, was unspoken

 

Or farted by the same token

 

 

 

But he's there, all over the place!

 

I'm sure he's from outer space

 

Kill him and bind him in chains

 

But what about the remains?

 

 

 

 

 

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