Night of Terror
On a lonely dark night, I was awakened from
my sleep.
My house was really quiet and you couldn't
hear a peep.
I heard a mysterious noise coming from the
attic.
My husband was on a business trip, I was
about to panic.
I quietly got out of the bed, grabbed a flashlight
and a bat,
I tiptoed nervously up the stairs; slowly opened
the door and saw a rat.
I thought he was the culprit, but I turned
around and saw a hideous creature.
Fear overtook my whole being, darkness
concealed his every feature.
Then all of a sudden, he moved swiftly, and I
felt a piercing in my chest,
Was it curtains for me, and was I about to die
from an unwanted guest?
In the far distance, I heard, "honey wake up."
rise and shine, buttercup!
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