Horror Story

Horror Story. Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound Still scared of the dark when no one’s around I hear her snore in the room above, A reassuring growl, is just enough In the film a killer is stalking All the lights off, no one’s talking Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream Has no affect on those in the scene A glint of a knife, raised in a hand Bet she regrets this one-night stand I know, I know, it’s only acting I could tell, the kind she’s attracting I’d have given her really sound advice Forget the murderer, find someone nice. But no, he’s here, no is not the answer She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer The tables are turned, during the struggle I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle. David Cox 17/02/23