Each night father fills me with dread
As he sits at the foot of my bed
I don’t mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks
But for seventeen years he’s been dead.
– Edward Gorey
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Categories: Poetry and Prose
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Delightfully creepy, sweetie. Keep ’em coming! 🙂
Fantastic! Except for that pic, which is horrifying.
My work here is done, darling. 😉
Gorey Kills! Just started this blog thing, and your site brings a huge smile to my face.
Awww, thanks soulmining! Come by and visit any time. 🙂
Is this a Catholic joke?
Reply hazy, try again.
I love those little twisty creepy poems. Hurray!
Us too!