The bogeyman - Marcel Visser

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The Bogeyman

Cauliflower bobbing in the filthy water

At sunset a brown rat crossing the dirty water

Playing cowboy and Indian in the back garden

Be careful Marcel and Johnny, stay away from the water,

beware of the Bogeymen

The smell of a dead dog, floating by in a gunny sack

The wooden bridges and Pa standing in a small boat, a tar-brush in his hand

From the depth of the water air bubbled up

Look Johnny over there, isn’t that the breath of the Bogeyman

Daddy! Daddy!

We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67

And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I

And there were all these magic songs: “Procol Harum,

and that song of Petula Clark written by Charley Chaplin”

Sunny afternoon, our mini swimming pool

Sitting in a tub, standing in a bucket of water

One night the Bogeyman appears in a terrible nightmare

Big brown eyes, big mouth and thick brown hair

The blue, red and yellow curtains in Mam and Dad’s pub

The beer, tobacco smoke, voices of shouting farmers

It came after me, thundering and thumping

I ran downstairs shouting:” Mammy!”

We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67

And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I

And there were all these magic songs: “Penny Lane, Flowers in the rain, we love you, and the wind cries vary, how can we hang on to a dream

We never saw it, “the Bogeyman”

, and the breath that bubbled up, was only rotting cauliflower, on the bottom in the mud