The Ghoul

A first post from Chantelle now, and it's a fantastic poem that she's adapted from one on the web. Look out for the chilling ending!

The Ghoul

The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul,
without the slightest noise
waits patiently beside the school
to feast on girls and boys

He lungs fiercely through the air
as they come out to play,

He cracks their bones and snaps their backs
and squeezes out their lungs,
he chews their thumbs like candy snack
and pulls apart their tongues

Fingers, elbows, hands and knees
and arms and legs and feet-
he eats them with delight and ease,
for every part's a treat

And when the gruesome, grisly ghoul
has nothing left to chew,
he hurries to another school
and waits...perhaps for you.

Chantelle