Chucky

Chucky got himself a bride
The gorgeous dame was hell’s pride
Now Chucky should have been proud
Happily living and enjoying life
He was not, he never wanted this bride.

He loved Barbie and she loved him
Then someone told her he was an evil doll
He comes to her in the night
And scares the living day light out of her.
Barbie checked if she was true-she was!

Barbie got the message from heaven –fled the scene
Left behind a ranting mad chucky
Cursing his heads off, planning revenge.
He instantly procured a bride for him,
Imported straight from hell, order-made.

In place of being happy with his lover
Spending his life in her loving arms
He chased the little squealer girl and Barbie
To punish Barbie for deserting him
To kill the little girl for exposing him.

In the night when the wind howls
All you can hear is hooting owls
No one around you seems awake
The whole world is sleeping in their bed,
If you hear some strange sound in street.

Open your window, or peek from behind curtain
See a tiny, dwarf balling his fist at sky
Cursing and screaming with froth in his mouth
That’s chucky, standing there, burning
While his lonely bride sleeps alone in bed.