Someone
Someone
Someone has to.
Someone has to go.
Someone has to go down
in the dark, musty basement.
Someone has to.
Someone has to tip toe
along the concrete floor.
Someone has to.
Someone has to listen
for the quiet, steady snores.
Someone has to.
Someone has to slip aside
the hulking creature’s
big behind.
Someone has to.
Someone has to sidle by
before the giant
roars awake
its eyes alight
with raging flames.
Someone has to.
Someone has to run
for her life
and bring back
a roll of two-ply soft, white
toilet paper.
I’m so happy to be here! I’ve missed you all. Life has been busy and distracting. Thank goodness for Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’ wonderful blog. Her spotlight interview with Carrie Clickard and Carrie’s challenge to write a poem about something that spooked you as a child were just what I needed. Wishing you all a happy Poetry Friday! Leigh Ann has the roundup at A Day in the Life.
Wonderful.
Thanks, Lara. Fun to see you over here.
The hairs raised up.
I didn’t want to take those steps down with you.
But … glad I did, Liz!
And I missed the Carrie Clickard visit with Michelle at TodaysLittleDitty.
I expect to go back & enjoy it, because of you.
Oh, yes, you should definitely go read it. Carrie has a great book to share.
Sometimes you have to be very brave to take care of business!! Nice, spooky repetition, Liz.
Thanks, Tabatha, I’m glad you like the repetition.
Just what I needed to get in the mood for this spooky season. Thanks!
Thanks, Melissa!
Someone
Someone has to
Someone has to write
Someone has to write
the kind of poem
that scares me all the way
to a fit of laughter.
Well done, Liz!
I love Michelle’s response. Very clever poem, Liz. It certainly makes one’s heart beat a little faster.
Such fun with a spooky story! The hairs were rising on the back of my neck as I read!
Yes, they do, but perhaps someone can say “no”! Yikes, it’s a great poem, Liz, and that ending, ha!
HA! You got me…in the funny bone!
‘Someone’ wrote a fabulous poem! I love your sense of humor – getting the toilet paper from the basement can be a cr*p job. 😉
What a fun poem, Liz–You had me captured all the way through and the ending is wonderful, thanks!