When I was just a little lad,
I lost count of the nightmares had
from watching Deadly Earnest on TV.
A mind on Creature Features fed,
imagined, underneath the bed,
cryptobionts of great variety.
And in my closet there were hid,
strange beings that would eat a kid,
they'd serve him up for dinner in a pie.
Today, the boy is fully grown,
the foolishness of childhood's flown—
I'm fearful now of monsters in the sky.
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Author Notes
Today's word: cryptobiont (n.) an animal that lives out of sight, or in a concealed habitat.
Not entirely autobiographical.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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