The Horror of the Blob-Glob

b{/b}I am attempting to write a poem about horror. Horror is something that we face on a day-to-day basis. I watched an old movie called, "The Blob". I had nightmares about being chased around by this blob and was being eaten by this thing. So, I have decided to do a poem on, "The Horror of the Blob-Glob".

I dreamt about a blob,

which turned into a glob.

Nightmares began to form in my mind.

The visions I had weren't kind.

This put grinding thoughts into my head,

every time I went to bed.

It was scary, thinking about this blob,

when suddenly it grew into a huge monstrous glob.

What was I supposed to do?

After all, it chased me everywhere I went.

I wondered if a spell of some sort was sent to me.

Was someone using voodoo on me?

Horrified by this blob of a glob,

I was captured by the ugliness,

the smell, and the sliminess of its

embrace. I was put into a trance; I

couldn't move. I thought that I was a goner.

Seeing how horrific this glob was,

I decided to put up a fight; believe me,

it wasn't easy to lure it away from me.

For reasons far beyond explanation,

an idea occurred. I thought that if that

brain of mine could talk to this glob, then I

could somehow shrink myself down,

so I could be tiny enough to get up and walk away.

The plan worked; I was so tiny that

the glob couldn't see me. I

walked away; I found it to be a

wonderful day. There were times when

I would think about the glob, but then

I would shrink myself out of its hold

on me. Thank goodness, the glob no

longer haunts me.

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Written by Anna Marie Carlson

Sunday, April 10, 2022