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A 'haunting time for a young child'. I had to write outside 'quatrains' - my comfort zone. |
After dark they leer down at me, Ignoring frantic fervent plea, They're still grinning at half-past three. Yellow luminous bits of bite, Once perfect smile of pearly white - Now dark denizens of the night. Plump invite for them – that's my neck, Ten little toes also they check, My body parts at call and beck! How can I then my mother tell, Although I know it very well - It is Grandpa who casts the spell? When eventide has come to pass, He does this deadly deed, alas - puts his dentures into a glass! Lurking within, all magnified, Gleaming in wicked smile so wide; My thudding heart turns out-inside. Please give him his very own room! Or he can fly off on his broom - His teeth shan’t haunt me to my doom. ** Image ID #1489824 Unavailable ** For Acme's Comedy Scream Contest - One Shots - Poetry Entry: 21 lines in tercets of tetrameter. Prompt : Teeth |