tim burton poems

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‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Jaws that bite and claws that catch.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
And the frumious Bandersnatch.

He took his vorpal sword in hand
And the vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.‘

Roy, the Toxic Boy

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To those 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 other people choke!

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His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he’d sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.

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He’d stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.

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The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.

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One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.

His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.

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The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?

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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.

Staring Girl

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I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care

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She’d stare at the ground,

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She’d stare at the sky.

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She’d stare at you for hours,
and you’d never know why.

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But after winning the local staring contest,

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she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.

The girl with many eyes.

One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
Who had many eyes.

She was really quite pretty
(And also quite shocking!)
And I noticed she had a mouth,
So we ended up talking.

We talked about flowers,
And her poetry classes,
And the problems she’d have
If she ever wore glasses.

It’s great know a girl
Who has so many eyes,
But you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.

—  Tim Burton