A man walked down a busy street,
His face was full of fright
He was ignored by all around,
As daytime grew to night.
Seeing that the night was near,
The man began to twitch,
His large eyes darted left and right,
Shiny and dark as pitch
The man them bumped a lady's arm,
Ignored her yelp of pain
He simply walked a swifter pace,
His legs now under strain
The streets soon dwindled down in size,
The man took greater speed,
Wishing beyond every hope
T'escape upon a steed.
The man then ran and ran and ran,
The alley growing dark
Now that he could not see his way
A foot should miss it's mark.
And miss it did, and the man tripped,
Like some awful bad dream,
Upon the ice he slid and fell,
He screamed and screamed and screamed.
The man who chose to look 'round once,
No longer turns his head,
For he knows a fearful fiend
does close behind him tread.
YOU ARE READING
Never told Nursery Rhymes
PoetryAre these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel...
