The Boy Who Liked To Scare
In a little sleepy town
Lived a boy named Jerry, quite the clown
He loved to make the people scream
And crept upon when was not seen
He loved to play awful jokes
Creating ghosts made just from ropes
And hiding in the alley ways
To scare the people through the days
His family was just horrified
And told him it was unjustified
How people would not go out at night
For fear that they may get a fright
But one night waiting in the dark
Old jerry heard something pass
It sounded like a gust of air
But jerry did not seem to care
Then on his shoulder it did tap
And gave his heart quite the attack
He said you did scare me so
But didn’t turn to see this foe
But as his eyes looked behind
He saw a figure that looked quite kind
But then he lifted off the ground
So silent and did not make a sound
It was a ghost and there he stood
In black and draped just with a hood
Jeremy did start to cry
But no one came to sympathize
And so he ran inside the house
Looking white and like a mouse
And panting quickly at the door
He locked it tight sat on the floor
His mother said it seems to me
A ghost you have seen so scarily
He looked at her and to his surprise
Her face was white with painted eyes
It was you he yelled so loud
Yes she said and you see now
That scaring is only fun for you
And something that you shouldn’t do
So now he stopped the trickery
And was more fun because you see
If you don’t like it done to you
Then un to others you must not do.
Copyright © Nadine Hof | Year Posted 2007
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