A Rattling Rhyme

Once there was a little redhead
Lying on his sweet little bed
Suddenly there was a scratching
Then his teddy he was snatching
Growls, beneath where he was lying
With all his might he was trying,
Desperately trying to be brave
But very soon he'd meet his grave
He cringed and pulled up the covers
Suddenly starting to hover
Violently up, up, up he went
He hit the roof and made a dent
Soon, he hit the floor with a CRASH
He was coughing, lungs full of ash
All he could see were two red eyes
So paralyzed with fear he died

03/02/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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May 22, 2020 at 6:54 AM
Could he be resurrected? He deserves to be ..."Desperately trying to be brave," teddy in hand. If he was a boy, then SHAME ON THAT MONSTER, picking on a young boy. You got me going ...Kudos!
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