The Ghoul
by Jack Prelutsky
The gruesome ghoul,
the grisly ghoul,
without the
slightest noise
waits patiently
beside the school
to feast on girls
and boys
He lunges fiercely though
the air
as they come out to
play,
and grabs a couple
my the hair
and drags them far
away.
He cracks their
bones and snap their backs
and squeezes out
their lungs,
he chew their thumbs
like candy snacks
and pulls apart
their tongues.
He slices their
stomachs and bites their hearts
and tears their
flash to shreds,
he swallows their
toes like toasted tarts
and gobbles down
their heads
Fingers, elbow,
hands and knees
and arms and legs
and feet-
he eats them with
delight and ease,
for every part's a
treat.
And when the
gruesome grisly ghoul
has nothing left to
chew,
he hurries to
another school
and waits. . .
perhaps for you.
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