Fat Men, Al, and Chip Cleaner...

Dear Readers,

The following is a poem that my friends and I wrote in a Grade 9 English class in 1999. I hope you enjoy it!

Peace & Love,
J. S. Buchanan

Fat Men, Al, and Chip Cleaner.
By Matt Dean, Haroon Iqbal, and James Scott Buchanan.

The casino is dark and quiet.
All the compulsive gamblers have gone home.
The cards are lonely.

The ghost children close in,
wavering silently,
looking for trouble.

The security cameras spin maniacally,
They are broken.

The smell of whiskey is in the air.
Unmarked cars pull up.
Fat doughnut eaters sit silently,
watching, waiting.

The children move toward the craps table.
The ghost dealer hands out $500 chips.

The first ghost child throws the dice,
Snake Eyes!
“You lose”, calls the dealer.

Billy, the head ghost child, pulls out the fire axe that he had hidden in his pants.
Al, the dealer, screams like a girlish monkey.

Billy chops off Al’s head.
The children steal the fat men’s doughnuts and run off into the night.

The End.