nada poem #101
my kids – actually nobody –
wants to hear the stories
that enthralled us as small
kids for instance a favorite
uncle told scary stories one
was of the ghost peeping over
the foot of the bed and saying
in ghastly voice, “It flo-o-ats!”
while you cower under the
covers the apparition repeats
“It flo-o-ats!” finally you get
enough courage and quaver
“What floats?” and the ghost
replies ”I-I-I-vory soap!” see,
you didn’t want to hear this
either, or when a ghost grasps
its fingers over the foot of the
bedstead and the terrified
bed-dweller grabs a gun and
bam bam bam bam ten bams
shoots off all his own toes
okay relax I’m shutting up
©2017 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Aug 31 – Sep 6, 2017.
