The Adventures of Toby Whigh

 

During the greatest of storms,

Toby was born

He screamed like the devil,

(it was the priest that said'it)

The tornado outside felt more like a sigh

Compared to the screams of young Toby Whigh

 

Toby was the sweetest of boys,

Until he grew out of his toys.

He wanted new things,

Made out of metal and zinc

And a puppet he would name  Klaus.

 

His parents he haunted

Until he got what he wanted

A box filled with the metal he greatly admired

He twisted the screws and played with the wires

And then Toby ran out of the room.

Leaving his parents alone with their doom

 

So Toby Whigh, at the age of five,

Had learned how to build a bomb

He looked at the house where his parent’s entombed

And saw a present in the dirt

A puppet he would name Klaus

Author's Note

Not sure it it's even finished or not. As always, wrote this because I'm bored at work. A adding or a sequel may be appearing next time I'm bored..

Reviews

[JCP]

Nice dark, yet sort of fun poem. Good work. Not bad for writing at work, while bored. Keep it up, wouldn't mind a sequel just to see where to take it! Do you have a pet rabbit named "frank" by any chance? Just wondering