The wavy horror
Awoken by a monster I shot from my bed.
I hear screams all around Me of children in there beds!
Hurricane!Hurricane!
PLEASE! save me from my watery slumber.
The wavy, wavy, horror, waved as it rushed away.
All I feel is pain and sorrow there is NO tomorrow!
Save me from my wet prison.
This is not DEATH, this is torture, death is a dream!
Hurricane, Hurricane, what do I do?
Though I am alive I feel the cold and damp death coming for me.
Where do I go, what do I do?..
By George Aitken
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