
Bubbling Brains A Tasty Treat
For all hallows eve try a tasty treat,
of boiling brains there a delicious eat.
Slice me open and rip out my innards,
rending apart the core, guts and gizzards.
Spin me around in this prisoned hell,
oh to think of such a sweet cooking smell.
I feel the throb of the microwave radiations,
molecules cooking with their shaking vibrations.
My body swells, inner juices raise to boiling.
Heat is rising, oh my god I can feel my eyes popping,
oozing out the bubbling goo, a sticky brainy substance.
My brain seeps from the sockets, oh so scrumptious.
Like boiling lava spewing from a volcano erupting,
my guts bubble out of the split skulls opening.
One more spinning turn off that ovens roasting hell.
Ping, the bell rings, its ding sounding out my death knell.
These evil ones cry out as they start to stab and rip into me,
rending my body apart with such a glutinous glee.
Stuffed roasted apples, such yummy delight,
a tasty treat on Halloween night.
By Tracey Owen & Brian Rueby
copyright Halloween 2012
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