A young man—I saw
Craning at the door
He was peeking, I guessed
But through keyholes instead
He seemed to peruse
House to house-he choose
When everyone's asleep
When none's awake but me
It seemed so surreal
To see his awkward keel
So obscure to pick—he was
Searching for I don't know what
He approached and readied his guile
With his schizophrenic smile
He looked like a calloused beast
My fear suddenly increased
He kneeled again like a Neanderthal
And poked his tongue in my keyhole
I was at the window ready to defend
Quite ambivalent to not contend
My doorknob clicked open, I guaranteed
His tongue out, shaped like my key
My lanky body-don't fail me now!
Yet I attacked somehow
I quickly regret my sporadic move
He protruded his tongue—how rude!
My big brother then came out
With his big bat and the man passed out
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A/N: I hope you guys been nice this year! Cause I wasn't. 😐
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