Mister Midnight
Don’t turn off your streetlight
‘cause the night can be oh so cruel,
So have a sleep tight.
And dare not let the bugs bite;
As they might, just be after you...
Mister Midnight,
Teeth crooked as a gravesite,
Like the wolf from the fairytales...
Up his suit sleeves.
No aces hidden, never deceives.
But no fool could mistake those nails...
There’s a creature,
A truly dark, foreboding preacher,
Of those beasts that avoid the light,
And he’ll make you,
Pay attention or they’ll take you,
And his name... is Mister Midnight.
Is he nasty?
with his claws; and cackle raspy,
And his eyes, like a dark, grey, rat.
or is he classy?,
With pinstripe vest & rings all brassy,
And his small, blackened trilby hat
At the right time,
As he creeps inside your night mind,
And he smiles with his grin so kindly,
And if you catch him,
You’ll start to wake and he’ll start cacklin’,
As he says, “You will never find me... ”
Cos he’s a madman,
Doesn’t mean he is a bad man,
Even though he may try his best
But he’s trying,
Through his evil, tricks and lying,
To be as nice, as a demon gets
But He just might dare,
To creep into your nightmare,
While you sleep in your bed so tight,
And we fear it,
Most people shiver when they hear it,
“My name... is Mister... Midnight.”
