Creeps and Creeps and Creeps
The cup-bearer of whodunit The titular bat jump scare Lurching into sight at the last moment This tall man opening the door, Beware A part that takes a whole, Who dares Do you really know, what Is under Alfred’s coat Maybe the smell of a musty grave, you can trust Like an Emerald for Gramps, a witch’s tomorrow unquote The will looms and doom creeps as they are all a bust Could it have been the reigning Renfield lost in the eye, Of an old dark house, where shadows smile like the cat, That ate the canary and the breathless knife thrusted blind Your last words jeepers creepers mingled with blood splat
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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