I Saw You Little Monsters #FoundPoem

In our local weekly paper, we have a feature called Live Wire. People are encouraged to call in and leave brief messages, which are sometimes printed in the Live Wire column.

I seldom read them, but Charlie does, and he pointed a couple out to me this week because he knows my love of the vernacular — “the plain variety of language in everyday use by ordinary people.

A couple of them sounded like poetry to me, so I hereby present one, formatted as a poem.

I Saw You Little Monsters
by Anonymous Caller

MonstersPoemI saw you little monsters
out last night,
and it’s not even Halloween;
it was real early.
You went and toilet-papered
that old lady’s house
right there on the corner
of Lord and Williar.
I saw you dump the trash cans,
spread the trash
and let the animals loose.

Now listen here, buddy boy;
you and that girl
and everybody else in your group,
if I catch you
around my place doing that,
…there are ways
for us to get pictures of you
doing what you’re doing
and a couple of you
are likely to wind up
with a black eye
because I’ve got a whole heap
of rotten tomatoes
sitting here by the front and back door
and, believe me,
I know how to pitch

… then I’ll call the cops …

~ * ~

I love this poem SO HARD!

So, anyway.

I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about colcannon … or is it KALEcannon?

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would your main character do if they spotted some teens making mischief?



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “I Saw You Little Monsters #FoundPoem

  1. Dan

    November 10, 2015 at 7:29am

    Wow, I think my cousins and I played in that guy’s yard in the 60s.

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      Marian Allen

      November 10, 2015 at 8:28am

      Same guy who wouldn’t let us cut through his yard on the way to school in the 50s. He’s timeless.

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  2. jane

    November 10, 2015 at 9:50am

    This reminds me of a creepy “song,” or word poem to a beat (with creepy sound effects) that still CREEPS ME OUT whenever I even think about it! One min, Ill go try look it up.


    It’s Tom Waits: “What’s he Building in There?”

    I, too, really like that poem of yours, Marian.

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      Marian Allen

      November 10, 2015 at 12:31pm

      It’s not my poem — it’s purely Anonymous Caller Guy’s poem. lol

      That Tom Waits piece is PDC, all right: Pretty Damn Creepy!

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  3. Pete Laberge

    November 10, 2015 at 4:29pm

    Good one! Should be in all the papers!

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