bloggity blog, poetry

just kept rolling

Entering my house one night
He gave me such a terrible fright
Skin pale and ghostly white
Sitting by single candle light

And the toilet paper just kept rolling on
Don’t get me wrong, this was no felon
With mask made of fresh watermelon
His eyes though did shine through, Cerulean

But there was no need to fret
There was no immediate threat
My eyebrows and mouth, grim set
“Get out of my damn bathroom, Bret!”

This is the second GIF prompt I received on the Tweeter… Thanks to Bret from Monster Porn Podcast. I hope you like your poem, mate. ๐Ÿ˜€


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