101 Ways To Die: It Is Certainly Off Course, Of Course, Of Course

Hello Fiends,

Here is another excerpt from a little book of death poems I am working on called ‘101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life.’ Most of the deaths in the song ‘A Gorey Demise’ from my band ‘Creature Feature’ are based off poems I was writing at the time. This one was the basis for “S is for Steve who was shot with a bow.” Poor little unfortunate Stevie.

It Is Certainly Off Course, Of Course, Of Course

No more school
Summer is finally here
Now it’s off to boys camp
After a long boring year

With your bags all packed
Leave the parents behind
No homework, no chores
It’s time to unwind

Hike through the trails
Swim in the lakes
Awaken every morning
To the smell of hot cakes

While waiting in line
At the archery range
You spot a lizard
And a chase is engaged

Into the dry brush
You quickly follow
Suddenly a camper
Releases his longbow

Far from the bull’s-eye
He’ll soon feel remorse
You’ve been stuck in the head
By an arrow off course

Thanks for reading,
~Curtis Rx

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17 Comments

  1. JackHammer_MFZB
    Posted June 26, 2009 at 11:55 am | Permalink

    hee hee.
    love it!

  2. Migratory Zombie
    Posted June 26, 2009 at 3:31 pm | Permalink

    aaaaaaaand another favourite. :]
    Poor kid…

    “A horse is a horse, of course, of course…” ah, Mister Ed.

  3. MindlessZombie
    Posted June 26, 2009 at 6:38 pm | Permalink

    Well… the kids at camp will have an interesting story to tell their parents when they get home!

  4. Sami Cyanide
    Posted June 26, 2009 at 7:49 pm | Permalink

    I hope it’s not wrong that I giggled at the end.
    I’d like to hear more about the unfortunate and ill-fated “A Gorey Demise” children.

  5. Mandieville666
    Posted June 29, 2009 at 3:19 pm | Permalink

    i giggled. dumb kid should know better.

  6. Posted July 2, 2009 at 1:00 am | Permalink

    ~smiles~

  7. Posted July 2, 2009 at 1:00 am | Permalink

    Yowsers!

  8. Lillian T.
    Posted July 2, 2009 at 1:30 am | Permalink

    another reason why I don’t like camping…wonderful poem though…it did bring a smile to my face :D

  9. Posted July 2, 2009 at 4:12 pm | Permalink

    *Giggle* I can’t help but laugh at Steve’s unfortunate and gorey demise! :)

  10. trisha leckrone
    Posted July 16, 2009 at 7:34 pm | Permalink

    haha…at least i am not the only one who laughed at the end… :)
    these are the kinds of poems i only read & i cant wait to hear more about the ‘gorey dismise’ children…

  11. NeonV.
    Posted July 21, 2009 at 7:42 pm | Permalink

    Wow, he can be like the First Born Son from Thir13en Ghosts!
    That’s wicked awesome.

    I loved this :D

  12. aaron bruce
    Posted July 21, 2009 at 10:41 pm | Permalink

    S is for steve who was shot with a bow

  13. Psyhco Ghoul
    Posted July 28, 2009 at 7:11 pm | Permalink

    Muhahahaha….. poor Steve. Yet another reason I never have, and never will, go to camp. Two reasons, 1, it’s not fun at all, 2, I could get an arrow in my head :)

  14. Amber
    Posted October 27, 2009 at 7:24 pm | Permalink

    Muahaha!! It is delightfully wicked in its hilarity!

  15. Posted November 16, 2009 at 7:37 pm | Permalink

    i agree with everyone else before me. minus the camp part.

  16. JohnC
    Posted November 17, 2009 at 6:33 am | Permalink

    I hope this book gets published :)

  17. Jess
    Posted February 12, 2010 at 5:36 pm | Permalink

    Poor lizard.

    :D This is brilliant!

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