Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
larry-bPoems
It happened on a snowy night Not very long ago My wife and I were sleeping But I was tossing to and fro We awaken to an awful noise One we'd never heard before The sound of it was frightful And I knew I had to explore It wasn't in the closet Or the kitchen where we eat It wasn't the dog for he was there Cowering at our feet It wasn't in the attic For no footsteps were heard at all I picked up my Louisville slugger As I wandered down the hall It wasn't in the living room Or on the bathroom floor I crept downstairs with bat in hand As I opened the basement door Each step would seem like hours As I quietly held my breath One mistake could bring me closer To a most untimely death I fumbled with the light switch Anticipation filled the air The moment of truth had finally come To see what monster was there Now that I have your attention I hope you're ready to scream For none of this really happened It was only just a dream I'm sorry about the ending But you really should have known This is the kind of poems I write Whenever I'm alone
0
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
The Noise
It happened on a snowy night Not very long ago My wife and I were sleeping But I was tossing to and fro We awaken to an awful noise One we'd never heard before The sound of it was frightful And I knew I had to explore It wasn't in the closet Or the kitchen where we eat It wasn't the dog for he was there Cowering at our feet It wasn't in the attic For no footsteps were heard at all I picked up my Louisville slugger As I wandered down the hall It wasn't in the living room Or on the bathroom floor I crept downstairs with bat in hand As I opened the basement door Each step would seem like hours As I quietly held my breath One mistake could bring me closer To a most untimely death I fumbled with the light switch Anticipation filled the air The moment of truth had finally come To see what monster was there Now that I have your attention I hope you're ready to scream For none of this really happened It was only just a dream I'm sorry about the ending But you really should have known This is the kind of poems I write Whenever I'm alone
Written by
larry-b
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem