Draw the blinds, close the drapes,
Hurry up and close the door.
I see horrible demonic shapes,
And they chill me to the core.
Turn off the TV, don't make a sound,
Be as quiet as a mouse.
Soon at the door they'll start to pound,
Rattling the windows of the house.
There they are, I hear them outside,
Knocking on every window pane.
But I will stay right here and hide,
Until they head on down the lane.
Theres nothing on Earth, that scares me so,
And makes me shiver on the floor.
And pray for deliverance until they go,
As Jehovah's Witnesses at the door.
7/16/14
ALTON TEXAS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha, yes, know just where you are coming from Juan. Good one.