The Creepy Old House--By Shirley Smothers--United States

The Creepy Old House

In a creepy old house I found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up and boy did I take a fall.
I stood up had a lump on my head, but otherwise alright.
I looked out the window, day had turned to night.
I looked and looked but did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there it was hanging by it’s neck against the wall.
It’s creepy smile seemed to say, “Come and play with me my friend.
We can play forever without any end.”
To get out of this house I ran for the door.
But there was no way out it wasn’t there anymore.
Through a window I threw a heavy bust.
The window smashed and there was a ton of dust.
I looked out the window we seemed to be floating in air
I said “No, no this just isn’t fair!”
I felt a hand upon my shoulder, I let out a scream.
I heard someone say, “Wake up honey your having a dream.”
I opened my eyes to see my husbands concerned face.
I breathed a sigh of relief, I was in a safe place.
I heard My husband say, “Go back to sleep my friend,
then you can play forever without any end.”

Shirley Smothers is a poet. A few of her poems have appeared in Lone Stars Magazine, The Poets Art, and The Poetry Explosion Newsletter.