Bloody Nonsense Poem by Marlin Nightingale

Marlin Nightingale

Marlin Nightingale

Oklahoma, United States
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Marlin Nightingale
Oklahoma, United States
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Bloody Nonsense



The sight of blood to some, I'm sure,
Would easy make them faint,
But when I see a pool of blood,
It could as well be paint.

The blown-up bits of body parts,
Would freak most people out,
But me, dear friend, I take a breath,
To see if it smells stout.

Yet there is something comrade sir,
That makes me squint and groan,
A paper cut, for instance,
Or a knife straight to the bone.

A vampires kiss so cold and wet,
Can turn me to a wreck,
His bloody teeth so long and white,
Upon an outstretched neck.

These things, O friend, I must avoid,
Along with grated fingers,
Or I will shake like vocal cords,
Of celebrated singers!

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Marlin Nightingale

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Oklahoma, United States
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