A Small Poem
Sometimes smaller is better though...I like this better than the last one....
It creeps, creeps, creeps
Down my darkened little street
And lets itself in through my window
It whispers in my ear
To let me know its near
Then it burrows down deep within
It wriggles and it writhes
That happily munching maggot
Feasting fervently on my thoughts
It creeps, creeps, creeps
Down my darkened little street
And lets itself in through my window
It whispers in my ear
To let me know its near
Then it burrows down deep within
It wriggles and it writhes
That happily munching maggot
Feasting fervently on my thoughts