I decided to read The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other short stories by Tim Burton once again.


I shall share one of my all time favourite

Roy, The Toxic Boy
To those of us who knew him
--his friends--
We called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy

He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make most people choke!

His very favourite toy
can was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it
and spray it all the day.

He's stand inside of the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.

The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodim chloride
got into his eye

One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.

His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.

The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair
whoever thought that you could die
from breathig outdoor air?

As Roy's soul left his body,
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.

Tim burton... what a mind! Can't wait for his movie, 9! :D