Conference noted::sf

229.0. "a poem for S. King" by DREAMS::SIART () Wed Jul 10 1985 07:34

		a trip in a nightmare


		Come this way, he said with a grin.
		Step over that mess or you might break a limb.
		Path A or path B, path C and theres more.
		Quickly make up your mind and pick a good door.

		So I picked door K for the unusual smell.
		Get ready get set, for a trip through my hell.
		He led me inside by grabbing my hair.
		I never noticed that strange little stare.

		He stopped and he looked and held out his hand,
		Stephen King, he said, BOY welcome to my great land.
		I heard crying and moaning, laughing and howls.
	        Step aside, he said,  while I open my bowels.

		I turned and ran and didn't look back.
		But what I would see left nothing to lack.
		I tripped and tumbled right into a pit.
		and you guessed it folks is was full of fresh shit.

		So ends this tale for I died in that moat.
		My body all mangled and beginning to bloat.
		Well then how did you write this? I heard you scream.
		Relax I said darling this was only a dream.

			brian siart  July 9, 1985
			for Stephen king