The Mean Man Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Mean Man



The mean man he comes from out of nowhere.
Wearing his mask of black.
He does not mean to imply a word. But you dread the sight of him.
He takes you by surprise when he grabs you outside.
He chases you to bed and you want to hide your head.
The mean man all dressed in black.
He'll be back!
TO GET YOU! ! ! !

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: man
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