Blow me over with a feather attached to a dog

The Bug Boys

Tagged poem

Shutter your windows
and lock up your homes
I’ll spin you a tale
that’ll send chills through your bones.

If you listen real closely
you can hear distant shrieks:
A sound not from lost children
nor from murderous freaks!

Perhaps you’ve heard tell
of a peculiar swarm
Which comes from a place
that’s both evil and warm

They shriek out in hunger—
a GLUTTONOUS DIN
They’ll creep through your home
and devour your kin

You can try and escape,
but there’s nowhere to run
Your panic and fear
are just part of their fun!

You don’t stand a chance—
It’s your life that they prize:
Their deafening drone
will drown out your cries;

As you whimper and wheedle
They will take what they crave.
Leaving nothing behind
But your UN-MARKED GRAVE.

It’s growing louder now—
That horrible noise—
Can you hear it? They’re coming.
Yes! The BUG BOYS!

it's sabs, like "sobs"