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Vincent Malloy

vincent malloy is seven years old
he’s always polite and does what he’s told
for a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
but he wants to be just like vincent price

he doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
there he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
and wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

he likes to experiment on his dog abercrombie
ın the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
so he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the london fog

his thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
he likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
while other kids read books like go, jane, go!
vincent’s favourite author is edgar allan poe

one night, while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale

such horrible news he could not survive
for his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
he dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

his mother sent vincent off to his room
he knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

while alone and insane encased in his tomb
vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
she said: “ıf you want to, you can go out and play
ıt’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
so he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“ı am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
his mother said: “you’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
these games that you play are all in your head
you’re not vincent price, you’re vincent malloy
you’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
you’re seven years old and you are my son
ı want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
and while vincent backed slowly against the wall
the room started to swell, to shiver and creak
his horrid insanity had reached its peak

he saw abercrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave
she spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
while, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
to escape the madness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

his voice was soft and very slow
as he quoted the raven from edgar allan poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
nevermore…”

Robot Boy

mr. and mrs. smith had a wonderful life.
they were a normal, happy husband and wife.
one day they got news that made mr. smith glad.
mrs. smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
but something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
it wasn’t human at all,
it was a robot boy!
he wasn’t warm and cuddly
and he didn’t have skin.
instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
there were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
he just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.

the only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.

mr. smith yelled at the doctor,
“what have you done to my boy?
he’s not flesh and blood,
he’s aluminum alloy!”

the doctor said gently,
“what i’m going to say
will sound pretty wild.
but you’re not the father
of this strange looking child.
you see, there still is some question
about the child’s gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender.”

the smith’s lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
mrs. smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
he never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.

and robot boy
grew to be a young man.

though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.

Corpse Bride

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