Mischief's Game

Mischief's Game

A Poem by mischeif
"

Spooky

"

 

 

When the wind is still,

And it's bed time for day,

This is the time I love to play;

To play my mischief game.

 

The faint padding of foot steps,

The spooky creaking of the door,

Lets cause some mischief, more, more.

 

Asleep in your bed,

Just lay down your head,

Stay in your bed,

Cuddling your Ted,

For I'm the monster under your bed.

 

I prance throught the halls

I draw on the walls,

Now watch that vase fall.

 

The clock strikes midnight,

I play till first light,

Laughing with all my might.

 

It's almost day,

It's time to sneak away

Just wait till the next night,

Then mischief, will come out, and play....

 

© 2010 mischeif


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mischeif
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That sounds just like you, the creeping evil that is always hiding, causing chaos. Definitely my favorite piece of poetry from you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Is that why I hear your computer going at 11 oclock at night?

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like it. It's funny.

Posted 10 Years Ago


That was a fun read. I like the rhymes and the story it tells. Bravo!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I really found it amusing and fun to read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Ehehehe, I enjoyed this poem a lot. refreshingly witty, great rhyming and just like you!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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mischeif

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