Elm Street Revisited Poem by Aram Stefanian

You are too freaked out to get some shut-eye;
The same recurring dream scares the hell out of you.
The haunted house on Elm street where the bad guy
Holds a bitter grudge against your truelove Mary Lou.
Crawling from under the wooden floor, he grasps her by the arm
Saying, ''I'm gonna be your tour guide to blue blazes.
She gasps at hearing your voice, ''Baby, he means no harm.
He's inside your dream, and will be dispersed like hazes.''
The monster sticks out his long ugly tongue, hissing,
''How about a French kiss, sweetheart? Come to daddy! ''
She backs off and gropes for the door, but it's missing,
And then shouts, ''You can't get me. Over my dead body.''
As soon as the house is on fire, you wake up from the nightmare.
Something in your bed prevents you from getting up.
The nippers hurt your arms, and you hear, ''Freddy, take care.''
Mary Lou blows a kiss before she gets out and locks the door up.