Anchor Baby
by Tim Burton
Once was there a beautiful girl who came from the sea.
And there was just one place that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean and come onto the land.
He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives they never connected.
She wandered the earth alone and rejected
She tried looking happy she tried looking tragic,
She tried astral projecting, sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them, except maybe one thing, just maybe...
Something to anchor their spirits....They had a baby.
But to give birth to a baby they needed a crane.
The umbilical cord was in the form of a chain.
It was ugly and gloomy, and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin, just heavy grey metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together
Just shrouded them both in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off to play with the band.
And from that day on, he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone with her grey baby anchor,
Which got so oppressive that eventually sank her.
As she went to the bottom, not fulfilling her wish,
It was her and her baby ...and a few scattered fish.
Here is the book, and you can look inside:
http://www.amazon.com/Melancholy-Death-Oyster-Boy-Stories/dp/0688156819
Sooo, this is REALLY GOOD book of poems!!!
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
by Tim Burton
Once was there a beautiful girl who came from the sea.
And there was just one place that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean and come onto the land.
He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives they never connected.
She wandered the earth alone and rejected
She tried looking happy she tried looking tragic,
She tried astral projecting, sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them, except maybe one thing, just maybe...
Something to anchor their spirits....They had a baby.
But to give birth to a baby they needed a crane.
The umbilical cord was in the form of a chain.
It was ugly and gloomy, and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin, just heavy grey metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together
Just shrouded them both in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off to play with the band.
And from that day on, he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone with her grey baby anchor,
Which got so oppressive that eventually sank her.
As she went to the bottom, not fulfilling her wish,
It was her and her baby ...and a few scattered fish.
Here is the book, and you can look inside:
http://www.amazon.com/Melancholy-Death-Oyster-Boy-Stories/dp/0688156819
Sooo, this is REALLY GOOD book of poems!!!
Squeeky
Girl Reporter
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