The four walls that now surround me
Seem to keep on closing in...
The name’s Benjamin Jacob Grimm,
An’ I’m from Yancy Street...
I heard my wife cry out in fright,
As I rushed to her aid...
Sir Bertram was a skittish knight,
Quite often prone to fits of fright...
“Mr. Crowley, I bring some news!
The Winchester’s are dead...
So why did the turtle cross the road
Umm…. To get to the shell station...
What’s your problem?
My past.. it seems to follow me around...
Flat bread, oh how we love you
So versatile, so fun to chew...
In the depths of my mind,
A poem I wish to find...
It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...
Imagine if you were a shoe
How do you think that you would do...
I found a thread from what I wear
And now I am in quite despair...