A Nauseous Nocturne

This is the poem that first inspired me to write poetry! From : The Essential Calvin and Hobbes A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury By Bill Watterson 1988 A Nauseous Nocturne Another night deprived of slumber Hours passing without number My eyes trace 'round the room. I lay. Dripping sweat and now quite certain That tonight the final curtain Drops upon my short lifes precious play. From the darkness by the closet Comeas a noise much like a faucet Makes a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound It seems some ill-proportioned beast Anticipating me deceased Is drooling poison puddles on the ground. A can of mace, a forty-five, Is all I'd need to stay alive But no weapon lies within my sight Oh my gosh! A shadows creeping! Ominous and black, It's seeping! Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light! Suddenly a floorboard creak Announces the bloodsucking freak Is here to steal my future years away A sulf'rous smell now fills the room Heralding my imm'nent doom A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray! Oh, Blood-red eyes and tentacles! Throbbing, pulsing ventricles! Mucus-oozing pores and frightful claws! Worse in terms of outright scariness Are the suckers multifarious That grab and force you in its might jaws! The disgusting aberration Of nature needs no motivation To devour helpless children in their beds. Relishing despairing moans, It chews kids up and sucks their bones, And dissolves inside it's mouth their li'l heads. I know this 'cause I read it not Two hours ago, and then I got The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes. My parents swore upon thier honor That I was safe, and not a goner I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes. In the morning, They'll come in And say "What was that awful din We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!" Only then will they surmise The gruesomeness of my demise And see that my remains are in a heap. Dad will look at mom and say, "To bad he had to go that way." And mom will look at dad, and nod assent. Mom will add, "Still, It's fitting, That as he was this world quitting, He should leave another mess before he went." They may not mind at first, I know. They will miss me later though, And perhaps admit that they were wrong. As memories of me grow dim, They'll say " We were too strict with him. We should have listened to him all along." As speedily my end approaches I bid a final "beenas Noches" To my best friend here in all the world. Gently Snoring, Whiskers Seeming To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming) He lies snuggles in the blankets, Curled. HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN! YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?! Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone! There's and animal in bed with me! An awful beast he did not see! The monster never would've came if he had known! The monster in all his consternation, Demonstrates defenstration, And runs and runs and runs and runs away. Rid of the pest, I know can rest, Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day!