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 Ayyappath Satheesan
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