You sought somewhere shady to nap Who'd-a thought this cool glade was a trap The shadow of death Has bad fetid breath You're caught, little lady. Oh crap!
Tomb of Terror #7, 1953. Art by Lee Elias. Title by David Cairns.
You yearned for those faraway thrills! So turned to the stars to get chills New worlds to explore Space girls and much more But learned that the Martians like...drills?!?
While Doris just stands in the boat The horror's cold hands squeeze your throat The dead should stay down Instead, you will drown It's morbid, but that's all she wrote. Another great Tomb of Terror cover by Lee Elias from 1954.
He's a gruesome and black-hearted chappie
The view from the back is quite crappy
From regions chthonic
Egregious, demonic
In a putrid and cack-stinking nappy.
David Cairn
The first issue of Tomb of Terror, 1952. Cover art by Warren Kremer.
This mummified pair, like a crash-site
So crumbly and scary and ash-white
In their gauze-swaddled death
Make you draw in your breath
As they come in the glare of your flashlight.
David Cairns
Another 1950s Harvey horror comic comic by artist Lee Elias.
Skin starts to turn red and corrode
And parts of the head soon explode
It's horror, and...YIKES!
This gore's sold to tykes!
Such art surely led to the Code.
Tomb of Terror #15, 1952. Lee Elias, artist. After horror comic books became the target of Senate hearings on juvenile deliquency and the publication of psychiatrist Fredric Wertham's book Seduction of the Innocent, the comic book industry created the self-imposed Comics Code Authority, which censored and proscribed the content of comic books. Code-approved comics carried the CCA seal on their cover.
The air's full of heads, mean and grinning
They're scary, undead, green and thinning
Is the closet so cluttered
Because it's been shuttered?
Beware, when these dread tops start spinning!
David Cairns
Tomb of Terror # 11, 1953. Art by Lee Elias. Title by Donald B. Benson.
In a Jovian's sphere she is trapped
As her mauve captor leers at her, rapt
His eyestalks are popping
At thighs that are whoopping
Quite a trove for this weirdo -- squidnapped!
In space, you can zoom on a sled And race against doom, death or dread When your beau faces whacking And his foe needs a smacking Your mace will go boom on their head.
With their scales and their colorful trunks They're failures and dullards and punks The Queen's green-skinned boys Careen like cheap toys Sent sailing by skull-smashing hunks.
David Cairns and Surly Hack
"Renegade Queen of Mars". Planet Comics #10, 1940. Art by Dan Zolnerowich.
In his tin-plated grip squirms the blonde She's thin, a mere slip from beyond She strains, looking cute In her chainmail swimsuit To girls skinny, half-stripped, he responds.
Her spacesuit is highly impractical. And yet, it is totally tactical. Though decent and pure More readers she'll lure When drawn to imply she's sex-actable.