My Fantasy Land

I live in a fantasy land
That's surrounded by sand.

Or maybe it's snow
I don't know.

As you walk to the right
You may have a fright.

For to the right
Into the night

Will only leave you standing alone
To have all of your groans.

It is a big killer
That can only be described as a chiller.

As he sits and waits
Everyone that goes by is bait.

Long hair, blue eyes
That is only his prize.

He looks at you
And can't help but go cuckoo.

To your dismay
Your face will become his only ashtray.