I Love To Write A Dark Creepy Poem... Poem by Shaun Cronick

I love to write a dark creepy poem now and again.
It helps being a Catholic.
Just think of all the good,
Then simply reverse it.
And Bob's your uncle.
Your dark creepy uncle...
Who on the stroke of midnight,
Sneakily slopes off to the woodshed.
With all the new padlocks on the outside.
What's he up to?
What's he doing in there?
And where the hell are all the bin-liners?
And the duct-tape.
There I go again.