Tuesday, April 5, 2016

LET ME READ YOU A STORY




I will read you a story.
It might be all too gory
For you to understand.
But I’ll give you a hand.

A blight falls on a town.
Will surely make you frown.
Residents  disappear.
I want to make this clear.

This isn’t a regular place.
Don’t give me that dark face.
It’s a place of evil creatures.
And many more creepy features.

Dark shadows stalk the night.
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida can be a scary place.
I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.

The Dead want to kill you.
Have you for dinner too.
THE DEAD GAME

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