When Simon Woke Up
When Simon Woke Up
When Simon woke up
And sipped from his cup
His hospital room was dark and smelled bad.
He sniffed at the smell
An odorous hell
And he threw up in his mouth just a tad.
. . .
Then Simon screamed out
A horrible shout
Two nurses came running in from the hall.
“What’s wrong?!” they did query
For Simon looked dreary
Then noticed the horrid thing on the wall.
. . .
The pretty nurse squeaked
The plain one then shrieked
They had never seen such a gruesome sight.
As big as a bus
It dripped slimy pus
Its skin a puke green and maggoty white.
. . .
Simon gasped and cried
“Please tell me I’ve died!
I can’t comprehend what my eyes are seeing!”
“I am seeing it too!
So it must be true,”
Pretty nurse said. “Can’t be an earthly being.”
. . .
The thing in the room
The bearer of gloom
Belched globs of disgusting, foul-smelling slime.
The trio stepped back
For grit they did lack
Not wanting to touch the encroaching grime.
. . .
The first nurse said thus,
“It’s coming for us!”
As the thing crept down with its fourteen legs.
It slid from the wall
A sight to appall
With a scent of putrefied and spoiled eggs.
. . .
So Simon jumped first
No need to be nursed
And pushed the frantic ladies through the door.
“And now we must run
And find us a gun,
And get off of this monster-birthing floor.”
. . .
The nurses and he
Did hastily flee
To search for braver heroes than they were.
The monster did speak
An odious creak
“I was hoping you would be my friend, sir.”
. . .
Its words went unheard
Perhaps ’cause it slurred
So it gave chase to snare her chosen mate.
But realized did she
For it to be he
She must try to lose her feculent trait.
. . .
I do have to say
Her true name was Mae,
Her slime just a product of genetics.
Born from a spider
That tried to hide her
Hapless Mae was lacking in aesthetics.
. . .
She grew many legs
Ate Jell-O and eggs
But this combination made her ooze muck.
Slime started to flow
Mae started to grow
She grew to the size of a pickup truck.
. . .
Her mother now gone
Afraid of her spawn
The young monster looked for companionship.
Human, Mae was not
Humans though, she sought
And looked for a mixed-species partnership.
. . .
She went to find men
A cock to her hen
To breed little ones with unique optics.
She, too, wanted love
A hand for her glove
Like a bizarrely matched pair of chopsticks.
. . .
But Simon took flight
Abandoned the site
And the nurses and he searched for rescue.
The police or fire
Or brave souls for hire
Or some tough guy not afraid of the goo.
. . .
One cop they did find
The weaponized kind
And so the four of them went back inside.
On the second floor
Room B-104
The cop suspected the nurses had lied.
. . .
“The floors are slimy!
The walls are grimy!”
Simon explained that the monster was here.
“You can smell it still.”
“And then there’s the chill.”
The officer confirmed their stress and fear.
. . .
Meanwhile, Mae was out
Rejected, no doubt
And she began to spew muculent bile.
She slithered downstairs
(The stuff of nightmares)
To search for Simon or someone worthwhile.
. . .
Her life here was short
No time to abort
She must find a mate soon or die trying.
“Find a riverbank
To wash off my stank,”
She did say to herself, almost crying.
. . .
Yes, water was near
A loch, clean and clear
The community pool was her savior.
The people jumped out
Mae started to pout
Humans displayed such bizarre behavior.
. . .
She washed til she gleamed
She scrubbed til she beamed
And went back to search for her handsome mate.
But the cop named Lou
Phoned a backup crew
And requested a large monster-sized crate.
. . .
The carpenters came
And built a wood frame
Then covered it with sheet-metal wrapping.
They made it secure
A cell, as it were
For this crate’s purpose was monster-trapping!
. . .
Meanwhile, Simon yelled
“Guess what I just smelled?”
For he noticed the monster had returned.
Mae crawled up the street
Smelling like bad meat
Determined not to let herself be spurned.
. . .
Mae now was immense
Her odor intense
The chlorine made her smell like a musk ox.
Her new larger size
Made Simon realize
“I think you’re going to need a bigger box.”
. . .
The nurses and Lou
Simon and the crew
Stood motionless in terror-stricken fear.
The pretty nurse cried
The plain one, eyes wide
Said, “Why the hell are we just standing here?!”
. . .
Then Mae did approach
Like a mile-high roach
She spoke to Simon with a lover’s purr.
“You and me, maybe
What say you, baby?”
And all Simon saw was a freakish blur.
. . .
The monster spat bile
Meant not to defile
But to convince her target of her charm.
Simon, it covered
As Mae still hovered
But he collapsed in a state of alarm.
. . .
Simon did sleep then
Unconscious again.
In his hospital room with the walls bare.
When Simon woke up
He groaned and said, “Yup,
I just had the most terrible nightmare.”
. . .
He sat up in bed
And scratched his poor head
The dream still filled him with such dread and fear.
The nurse then came in
And to his chagrin
Found a spider crawling out of his ear.
I totally should NOT have read this before going to bed. Thanks, Postcard Inkblot.
That is one scary photo! 🤣 Great take!. I don't usually read poetry but you piqued my interest.