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lunes, 5 de enero de 2009

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy (Part 3)

Stain Boy’s Special Christmas

For Christmas, Stain Boy got a new uniform.
It was clean and well pressed,
comfy and warm.


But in few short minutes,
(no longer than ten)


those wet, greasy stains
started forming again.

The Girl Who Turned into a Bed

It happened that day
she picked up a strange pussy willow.
Her head swelled up white
and a soft as a pillow.

Her skin, which had turned
all flaky and rotten,
was now replaced
with 100% cotton.

Through her organs and torso
she sprouted like wings,
a beautiful set
of matress and springs.


It was so terribly strange
that I started to weep.
But at least after that
I had a nice place to sleep



Roy, the Toxic Boy

To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.

He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!


His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.


He'd stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.




The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.


One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.

His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.


The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?


As Roy's soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.

James

Unwisely, Santa offered a teddy bear to James, unaware that
he had been mauled by a grizzly earlier that year



~By Tim Burton

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