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Andrea Johnston Poem
As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!
Through a crack in the door of my private domain,
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train.
I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet door mirror,
I saw it approaching as my spine tingled with fear!
My mind started to race...
WHO or WHAT has invaded my space?
In the reflection I dare to see-
a clump of hair like the hive of a bee.
Then, oh no, nails...
followed by scales!
Footsteps were approaching as I let out a scream,
I wanted to run, hoping it was all a dream.
My door creaked open, I chewed my nails down to stubs.
Fingers wrapped around the edge of my door like wriggling grubs!
The door flew open, and who should appear...?
My SISTER in a Hannah Montana costume, headphone in ear.
With her puffy blind wig, pointed heels and gloved hands,
I don't know what's scarier- a monster or a Hannah Montana fan.
Copyright © Andrea Johnston | Year Posted 2010
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