Someone's knocking at my door In the middle of the night From a warm be into the cold I think I got my first frostbite
As I opened up my door I saw a ghostly figure on my porch A lady all dressed in white With an unlit torch as her light
Her jet black hair was flying wide She looked so feeble, oh so mild Her dress was dancing everywhere And on her face showed fright
She had such a perfect face And she came from a mixed race She said,"Please help me, I'm being followed by a plight."
I led her into my home She ran away from my statue gnomes And when I held her hand It was so cold and tight
Her lips were bleeding, so was her head On her dress was drops of red I let her sleep on my bed And slept on the couch that night
We danced and we pranced In my dreams I was awoken By the sunbeams
I ran to her For I heard screams And at her foot I saw blood and shaving cream
She said that is wasn't what it seamed It's cherry syrup and whip cream I thought that she cut herself while taking a shave I felt so ashamed and naive
to be continued? I know naive and shave doesn't rhyme. Looking at this poem now that I'm older, I'm wondering "What was I thinking when I wrote this"