All Things Go Bump In The Night

The Skin of Man

This is the story of a man named Jim
Or rather, this is the story of his brother named Tim

Jim's brother Tim had woken up one night
To a very horrible terrible fright

And poor Tim would of jumped out of his skin
That's if his skin wasn't already beside him

Tim's blood ran cold as he sat down and thought
"Boy, that thing sure looks like me, an awful lot,"

He tried to convince himself that it was merely a dream
But that could not contain his blood curdling screams

Poor Tim had often gotten scared so much
That he was used to jumping from a simple touch

But this time Tim didn't let out a yelp
No, no... this time, he cried out for help!

But Tim was grown and lived alone
With no wife or spouse, he was alone in the house

He had no choice but to look in the holes
Of the skin that was once his body's to behold

Tim looked into the holes where his eyes and mouth should of been
And couldn't understand why his skin had run away from him

Then in his mind, an awfully scary thought spawned
"If that's my skin, then what have I got on?"

The sight of Tim's naked flesh was too much for him to bare
And the blood on the sheet was a sight for him, too rare.

Poor Jim never got to help his brother in his plight
Because that night Jim's brother died of fright

A Short & Cheesy Poem By JJReaders