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The Privvy, Toilet Trolls

Twas sordid that thought Midwinter handed a lit Oil lamp Glowing Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of The toilet door Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes For bogey men, trolls and murderers Place lamp on window sill Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat Heart beats at a quickened pace As a small scared face gazes Out Eyes foraging the white painted walls For spiders and daddy long legs Anything that crawls And flys And eats small, small children Eyes down on two chubby little legs Distant from the floor And go girl go! As quick as you can As the sounds and rustles blown outside are Definitely The bogey man He's coming after your guts and gore Push little lady and try to be gone Before The doors ripped off its hinges And you are dragged into the abyss And they will all read about The little lost Miss....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 10/17/2012 9:49:00 PM
I like to be reminded of what my ancestors had to contend with, in magor events and in the mundane - vivid imagination - an exciting read - its amazing how vulnerable we are when taking care of beastly business - J.A.B. %
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Date: 9/26/2012 8:15:00 AM
very creepy! I think I would rather pee my pants... :)
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Date: 9/26/2012 2:43:00 AM
DElightful from all directions! Terry
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