The Ghoul

I've decided to be lazy and not write a poem today.  BUT, I will share a favorite poem of mine.  It's called The Ghoul.  I bought this book at a bookstore/coffee shop in Ireland when I went one year.  It has many great poems in it, but The Ghoul was by far my favorite.  It's definitely a little twisted, but it's still fun.  The book is a great Halloween type of book.  It's by Jack Prelutsky and has illustrations by Arnold Lobel.  The book is called Nightmares Poems To Trouble Your Sleep.

The Ghoul

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

He lunges fiercely through the air
as they come out to play,
the grabs a couple by the hair
and drags them far away.

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

He slices their stomachs and bites their hearts
and tears their flesh to shreds,
he swallows their toes like toasted tarts
and gobbles down their heads.

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.