Treasure Island

Kilee Burton

(04/23/1991)

Oh So Scared


I really hate the dark
I run fast past the park
Creepy monsters lurk under the bed
I gave him a special name 'Fred'

Scary things lurk out in the dark
Even that little Chihuahua's bark
The winds' whistle chills me to the bone
I am almost afraid to answer the phone

When scary stories are told I run and hide
And hate the thought of a dark cloud surrounded tide
The boogie monster is a childs worst nightmare
Carlos McBooger adds a little more flare

To this day I am still afraid of the dark
And hate the sound of that little bitty bark.

Submitted: Thursday, April 09, 2009
Edited: Thursday, April 09, 2009
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  • SAM Mitsuki (4/14/2009 10:32:00 PM)

    Its cute! Okay being afraid of the dark isnt fun but it has great flow and and i love the Rhyme! ^~ (Report) Reply

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