Mr. Boney Man

Mr. Boney Man

The reaper happened upon a young girl
She seemed to be lost, distracted from her place in the world
She saw him too and walked his way
Thinking he a friend to play
The reaper said, young girl with the braids,
Why is it you're not afraid?
Before he knew, she grabbed his hand
She said, afraid of what, Mr. Boney Man?
He said, am I not a creature from your fears
Why does the sight of me not bring you tears?
She said I'm not afraid because I use my 'magination
I needed a better situation
The reaper scratched his boney head, just as puzzled as ever
He said, I have a feeling you're pretty clever
But young girl, I don't understand
She said, my father is a real bad man
And my mother, she pays no attention
And I created you because I needed a friend
Please, Mr. Boney Man, you just have to understand
The reaper tightened his grip and sat down at the girls toy table with a squeeze
He said, young girl, could you please pour me some tea
She smiled widely and politely said, absolutely

By LukeCoomer ©