Syrup-y

 One of Daddy's stories...

Not sure about therest of you, but me? I would be scared,To haunted houses, I’dnot go. Not e’en if someone dared!But Jade was made oftougher stuff. She had no fear at all,And haunted houses she’dseek out—they had the girl enthralled!Jade paid no mind togoblins and for ghosts, she had no dread,Not even when wepointed out to her, “Girl, they’re all dead!”Sooo, let’s get back tohaunted homes, one in par-tic-u-lar,A creepy house theedge of town, t’was really quite bizarre!No one had ever stayedthe night, and long it’d stood alone,And only old folks couldrecall when it was someone’s home,Well, it was great forJade and, toting sleeping bag and stuff,Determined she wouldspend the night, prove she was ‘tough enough’,At first, she gotthings figured out, she found a place to sleep,Set up her bed, thensmiled as she envisaged slumber deep,But just as sunsetpassed and darkness settled all around,Jade stopped what shewas doing. Wait! Did she just hear a sound?And sure enough, rightthrough the door, a casket did appear,Filling Jade withunaccustomed nervousness and fear,She screamed and staredrunning t’ward the door just opposite,Concerned about her fearlessreputation? Not a bit!She darted through theopen doorway, slammed the door quite hard,Breathing better onlywhen the door was locked and barred,But did it stop thecasket? Didn’t even slow it down,And Jade found herselflooking for the far side of the town!And room-by-room sheand the casket (an unlikely pair),Ran together throughthe house from ‘here’ as far as ‘there’!And just like that,she reached the end, she'd truly given all,Watching as the casketslowly drifted through the wall,She found the room devoidof either furnishings or trim,With nothing there tohelp her, Jade was feeling rather grim,In the shadows, saw a flask.T’was all the room did show,She heaved it at thecasket just as hard as she could throw!And just like that,the casket stopped, as dead as dead could be,Jade stared at it. Nowwhat on earth? Moved forward cautiously,Again picked up thebottle, this time scrutinized it close,(Whilst keeping oneeye on the casket), set to diagnose,Jade was surprised atwhat she read—a thing you don’t see often,It was a bottle ofcough syrup. And sure, it stopped the coffin!

Once a month, we are issued a challenge to write a poem based on a theme.It is, in a word: fun!This month’s theme: SyrupHmmm...what to do with that?!

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