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Chef the Griller

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Chef the Griller

One month ago, on a rain-slicked street

My mother and I got a bite to eat

But on the way back, I slipped and fell

And I suppose the car coming didn’t see me well

Because the next thing I knew, as I lifted my head

I was staring at the sheets of a hospital bed!

I could not move my legs, nor my right arm

My left was okay (it escaped from harm)

My mother came in, with a frown, and then

Said “honey, I’m afraid you’ll never walk again.”

A feeling came over me, not sadness or hate

But instead overwhelming apathy took place

“Oh well,” I thought, “I guess I’m done.

My life is over before it’s even begun!”

But the next day my mom approached me with a smile

And said that, with luck, I’d only stay here a while

And then, if feeling returned to my legs

I could come back with her and start my life again

Well, that filed me with hope; an optimism quite bright

And perhaps my stay here would even be alright!

The month passed by, rather pleasantly

I’ll save you the details on how I went pee.

Most of my actions needed the assistance of a nurse

But really I was just glad to not be in a hearse

A reporter came to my room to tell my story

I think he was expecting something a little more gory

The triplegia of a fourteen year-old kid

Was something that, sadly, couldn’t be hid.

My nurse was kindly, pretty and gentle

She helped me get through that month without going mental

She even gave me a book to read

About shipwrecked sailors whose captain couldn’t lead

I learned on that day that human tasted like pork

The captain got eaten (but he was kind of a jerk.)

The nurse was very good at helping me cope with my condition

But when she was gone I sometimes felt a suspicion

Something like I was being watched

But I shooed that thought from my mind and instead stared at the clock

One thing that bothered me was the sheet on my legs

They hooked tubes up to me so that I never left the bed

But I could not reach down for the sheet to be pulled

So I could not see my legs, my once-useful tools

At the end of this month, I’m supposed to go home

But more often than not I’m simply left alone

The female nurse does not come any more

Instead, a crueler face comes through the door

His face is all pudgy, he wears an apron

That’s always filthy, and wrinkled like bacon

He gives me my food, three times a day

And he cooks all my food in all the same ways

He grills it, whether it should be or not

Grilled meat, grilled veggies, and here’s food for thought:

He served me cereal once, and I swear to God

He even grilled the cornflakes! How odd!

Sometimes, while eating one of his grilled meals,

He would stand in a corner and try to conceal

The smile that spread across his whole fat face

Before noticing my horror and running out of the place

I told my mom to ask about this weird guy

She said the hospital staff had this reply:

“He’s both a nurse and a cook (one of the best)

But while applying for the job, under ‘name’ he put ‘Chef’

So everyone simply calls him by that name

He may look threatening, but he’s really quite tame!”

I tried to let that ease my fear

But I started having awful nightmares

His face appeared, looking like pudgy rubber

And all the while he stared at my mother

His eyes were planted firmly at her hips

And all the while, he was licking his lips

Thinking of Chef filled me with horror

And when he came to serve me

His meat became rawer

It was still appetizing, but just barely

And with every day he seemed more and more hairy

My mom normally visits every day at noon

She insists on seeing me in my hospital room

She’s never late; she’s always on time

She treats being late like a capital crime

But today, for some reason, she’s a few minutes late

If I ever did something like that she’d be irate!

Chef comes in and serves me some meat

I take a look at his disgusting bare-feet

And eat the food, as there’s nothing else to try

And when I realize the taste, I nearly die

The food I was eating was clearly not pork

Yet the taste was known as soon as it was through my fork

I was eating something else; I knew it to be true

I through the plate aside, and then my guts I spewed

I vomited and vomited, and as I did I cried

Was I eating my mother? Had she really died?

“You killed my mom, and made me eat her, too!”

I yelled with all the force I could bring myself to

Chef looked at me, with an emotionless face

My one good arm shot up with the intent to erase

His expression, his presence, his existence on this earth

But my fist just bounced off his impressive girth

At that moment, my mother rushed into the room

And said “what’s all the screaming? You sound like a loon!”

I looked at my mother, there in the flesh

And never felt more relieved as I got back my breath

My mom was okay, I was overreacting!

Staying in this bed all day had my sanity retracting!

Everything was alright now that she was here!

There was nothing to fret and nothing to fear!

I gave my mom news in the usual way

Chef left, but then returned midday

When he did, I tried to apologize

I said “I know what I did was awfully unwise;

I really am sorry for freaking out

But not moving from this bed’s made me a paranoid lout!”

Chef grinned at me, with black gums and missing teeth

Which then retracted like a sword in a sheath

He walked over to the my legs that were covered by the sheet

And scowled “I was hoping you’d enjoy my little treat”

He pulled off the sheet, and my legs were gone!

It was as if they’d been cut off by a saw!

A bloody pool was where they once lay

I yelled out in horror and tried to get away

But he leaned over and grabbed my chest

He leaned in so close I could smell his foul breath

He said “All that meat on your legs was going to rot

And I would never cook a woman in such poor health

Besides, watching you eat your own mother is not

Half as exciting as watching you eat yourself!”

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TheDestroyer avatar
7 years ago

This is a really good poem/remake of Jeff The Killer

CreepsSirJoe avatar
7 years ago

Wow! good job, wasn’t ready for that. Good thing I wasn’t planning on eating.

BloodyBlanche avatar
7 years ago

Great story, however, stick to either rhyming or not rhyming. The switch back and forth between rhyming and not rhyming really threw off my reading cadence and caused me to lose focus on the story itself.

FlowerOfDarkness avatar
7 years ago

This dude has talent. I can hardly write two rhyming sentences (takes me half an hour to come up with something) and he wrote all this. 10/10 (also it is a great idea, I usually hate parodies but this one is good)

Who_needs_sleep avatar
8 years ago

This was funny but scary and the chef the griller part was punderful

Lonelynight avatar
8 years ago

I will never eat pork again!

8 years ago

I can’t read a story that ryhmes, it’s annoying… I feel like I’m in 2nd grade again.

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8 years ago

Love the twist ending 5/5 breads

geardeath avatar
8 years ago

throw not through
It was cool he only knew how to use a fore man grill.

8 years ago

It was awesome

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8 years ago

hi my name is kelvin and i simply must get to the point this poem is amazing and nothing but i looked everywhere on the internet to find a copy or a source but nothing and i must say i love it with some grammatical errors but amazing plot it turns out she was eating her own legs simply amazing give me a call if you might want to get this published 903-491-1911

LucidDreams avatar
8 years ago

I loved it to be honest, I have a interest in weird stuff like that, halfway into the story I realized it was a poem so I felt bad thou. Fabulous Potato

8 years ago


DeathNote avatar
8 years ago

It was great-
But how I ask,
How did he get that cast?
It was filled with blood,
surely it would’ve shown,
but that’s a secret,
we’ll never know.

Acelynn666 avatar
8 years ago

nomnomnom 9/10 legs

8 years ago

I was reading this in health class and I got to the end and I started laughing…everyone looked at me like I was insane because they knew what I was reading. Not super duper scary but still, sent a chill down my spine. I loved it! 5/5

Stormwing avatar
8 years ago

Not super scary, but still slightly creepy. I loved it! 9/10

8 years ago

I loved this! The ending was perfect, not to mention that it was a poem as well

Masquerade_Angel avatar
8 years ago

I’m done. Just, done. 😀