Here is one of my recent poems ‘Night of the living head’!
Night of the Living Head
By Catherine May Vondrak
I have a good friend, who is actually a skull
But most of the time he just sits there, which is rather dull.
I decorate him with flowers and jewels and make him look quite nice,
I ask him what he thinks but I never get any advice.
Then one dark and misty evening early in November
Something really strange happened that made me topple over.
I was gazing through a book on human anatomy,
When I caught my skull chum gazing at me rather bashfully.
Suddenly a bang came from the fireworks outside; they were very loud
It made the whole room shudder and skull fell to the ground.
He landed on a page in my book depicting a human body,
I realised why he was upset; he’s just a human head and it looks somewhat shoddy!
‘That’s not right’ I thought, ‘I will sort this out tonight’.
So, I went to the nearest graveyard to see what I could find.
I now have a good friend who is actually a skeleton,
He is the quiet type really, but he seems completely genuine.