Scary Stuff
Zombies really creep me out
Those hollow eyes so whack
But I know how to chill them out
Just toss 'em weed and smack.
Witches do not bother me
A bet I'd surely take
That somewhere in my family tree
A few burned at the stake.
Ghosts and ghoulies no prob there
They make me think of Casper
Frankensteinish dudes, no way
I know I can run faster.
I've never met a vampire
I eat way too much garlic
Most monsters do not have a chance
To mess with my harmonic.
Exception doth the rule make
This one will make me run
When the bats in the attic shake up
Closet skeletons!
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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