To All Who Wonder

To all who wonder to all of you
An urban myth, or is it true?
A story that happens after dark
A story set in a city park

An escaped deranged one-arm man
Who wears a hook in lieu a hand
Has gotten free the radio blares
He’s homicidal it declares

Two young teens lost in love
Practicing their craft then a shove
Was it the wind moving the car
Was it the maniac with the metal spar

They both jumped up to attention
He’s going out is his intention
Oh! be careful she did rave
No apprehension he was brave

Another scrape upon the doors
Her fear mounts, terror soars
I’m going out he again proclaims
She panics now, No! she exclaims

Before she knew it the handle scrapes
out the door the lover traipse
he looks around to her dismay
he jumps back in and wants to play

she’s too upset I want to leave
disgusted stomps the gas one big heave
as they roar out she takes a look
and on the handle a bloody hook

So if you’re out on a darkened night
Be careful make sure to do things right
It might be true it might be fable 
But beware the hook if you are able
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
March 7, 2011 at 11:24 AM
Congratulations on your winning poem in Debbie Guzzi's contest Jeff. Love, Carol
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March 4, 2011 at 10:51 AM
Ah, the famous legend of the tormenter of teens! Very well told in verse, Jeff. Congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
March 4, 2011 at 6:22 AM
Congrats Jeff on your dynamic win in Debbie's contest with this brilliant write and entry luv.. enjoy and happy weekend too...
Mehta Avatar
February 24, 2011 at 4:05 PM
Full suspense and interesting write, jeff
Golden Avatar
February 24, 2011 at 3:02 PM
Bloody brilliant jeff, a joy and a pleasure to read. You have a creative imagination that is inspiring to little old me. Reminds me of an Alfred Hitchock scene from the 1960's, respect. Pete
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