Bogie in a Coal-Hole - Mechanical Poet

Awdling in the cellar

Whining on the dungeon step

Underground dweller

Hammers at the coal-flap

Catching the gnats

Tearing off their opal wings

Frightening the rats

Wistful ghost sadly sings:

''Why no one ever peeps into this place?

No one sweeps out the dusty staircase

Many tricks I prepared

Even walls will be scared

Of my face!

Why rusty lock doesn’t click anymore?

No one opens the folding door

Almost seventy years

No man hears

Bogie’s terrible roar!

''

The banister has to retain

Clammy scullion’s hand

The eyes full of fear and his hair

Funny standing on end

And also these lovers that flew off without the pants

It should be so scary to hear my scream in the height of erotic romance

''Nickering mad''

''Shrieking demon in flame''

So many baleful names I have had

In the days of my fame

O-oh!

Sweet shades of the past

Making people aghast

I was the maestro of fright

New blazonry every night

Incredible shows with infernal guffaws

Horrifying… Emotional sight!