Haunted Dreams
When I was a little kid, I sailed the seven seas, In caves on Islands, I hid, With nothing to eat but cheese. Ahoy Captain, land ahead! But which one, may I guess? I’m pretty sure it’s the one we dread, Is it the Island of the Dolls? Of course, YES! Located on the South of Mexico, An island filled with creepy dolls, In every inch, and into the meadow, They haunt you even in your calls. “Honey, they asked you to write a decent poem, Not to recite off your silly dreams! That’s something sweet, in a nice little tone, For teeny kids, not raging teens!” “But Mom, I thought it’d be pretty cool, With something haunted, creepy, and scary, Like ghosts, spirits, vampire, and ghouls, I mean, why write things so merry?” “Now, listen here kid, You’re going to listen to me, I’ll only have peace once that poem’s rid, Otherwise, you may want to flee, For I might just chase you, With a stick from a good old tree!” ~Saavanna Ayyap