A Franken storm on the way

by A lonely soul   Nov 1, 2012

Hee ho! fear my ways
O' ye Yuppies
I was born a killer
so be wary
hide your heads...
Sandy is my name, and I
am on my way

I am full of anger
will rattle your guts
my ways are not straight
First, I will swaggle your coast
aim at your heart (DC)
bruise the city of brotherly love

North, will I then head
shower my swath, with
pelting rain, howling
wind, hail and snow
on all thy 13 founding states
Tomorrow, I aim for the Big Apple

Yup, I was a born hell raiser
a thousand missiles,
packed within my chest
to stir up your angst
and I promise... an
unforgettable show

When I am done
you will surely,
have the biggest scare
to remember me by
this Hallows night
ye, all you non-believers!

I am Sandy,
son of satan
Here to ring your
daylights out, pop your eyes
this night of the full moon



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  • 8 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    I really enjoyed reading this poem!

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    You have given a character to the storm and made it like the devil himself has unleashed his wrath...very descriptive and real like..nicely done!

  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    This poem has a pirate feeling to it, as if a demon pirate named Sandy is come along to destroy his path... It read like a song... very descriptive and lively way of describing Sandys wrath.... awesome piece!!

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