Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
It was a
coldish night
When through
  the darkness
Came just a
flickering of light
A ghostly apparition
Started to appear
We went ****** cold
Frozen with fear.
It looked like it
Was out to have
Its ghoulish fun.
Bottom lip sank
We all turned
Which way and
Began to run.
I ran in hid
under
The bed
The other kids
Scarpered in panic
Nothing else was said.
It was my mum
Having some fun
With a  white
Bloodied sheet
Dressed as a skeleton.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
33
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems