NO MORE

Electric gadgets in the home,

I switch them off;

And in the dark I sit alone.

I think of things and scare myself;

I put the book back on the shelf,

No more Stephen King.

Is that the wind or a banshee calling?

There is something out in the garden.

My skin is crawling.

I look out and find,

My neighbours’ cat wailing,

No more Hammer videos.

I haven’t got the nerves for horror,

My stomach’s made of jelly.

All these monsters, ghosts and gore,

Perhaps it’s me, am I a bore?

No more tales of blood and woe.

I just can’t take it anymore.

“No more” was first published in Fosket D.  (Ed.) (1995) Heebie jeebies: by Anchor Books of Peterborough England.