7:39 p.m. - 2007-07-03
a short poem by tim burton
* as you read the following excerpt by tim burton, just image his creepy drawings that make what he does so much better.
ROY, THE TOXIC BOY
To those of us who knew him
- his friends -
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make most people choke!
His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all day.
He'd stand inside of the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust
The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thouught that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy's soul left his body,
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
-- Tim Burton
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