Al heel wat jaren ben ik groot Tim Burton fan. Hij is allround kunstenaar. Hij kan geweldig tekenen, schrijven en is een geweldige regisseur. Naast dat ik ook al zijn films heb gezien, ben ik ook in het bezit van het The Nightmare Before Christmas boek en zijn poeziebundel: The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy & Other Stories. Vandaag laat ik jullie een paar gedichten zien uit dit geweldige boek.
STARING GIRL
I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care
She’d stare at the ground,
She’d stare at the sky.
She’d stare at you for hours,
and you’d never know why.
But after winning the local staring contest,
she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.
STICK BOY AND MATCH GIRL IN LOVE
Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
He thought she was hot.
But could a flame ever burn
For a match and a stick ?
It did quite literally;
He burned up pretty quick.
THE BOY WITH NAILS IN HIS EYES
The Boy with Nails in His Eyes
Put up his aluminium tree.
It looked pretty strange
Because he couldn’t really see.
MELONHEAD
There once was a morose melonhead,
who sat there all day
and wished he were dead.
But you should be careful
about the things that you wish.
Because the last thing he heard
was a deafening squish.
ROY, THE TOXIC BOY
To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!
His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he’d sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He’d stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy’s soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
THE GIRL WITH MANY EYES
One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.
She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.
We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she’d have
if she ever wore glasses.
It’s great to now a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.
The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy & Other Stories is o.a. te koop op Bol.com.
