Sunday 16 November 2008

Poetry Chapbook 16




If it Hollers
(It Gets Chopped Into Small Pieces Anyway)

A tricky task, you would agree
to fight the things you cannot see
but someone has to free the house
from giant spiders and a mouse;
from shadows that insist on groaning
clanking chains and always moaning;
from the werewolf in the cellar
(though mostly he’s a friendly fella)
and from the slimy little horrors
then we can enjoy tomorrow’s.

1 comment:

aims said...

Another smile today! Thanks!