Miss Jekyll Or Miss Hyde

Most people who meet her, consider her charming But she has ghoulish traits, they’d find quite alarming With her gleaming blonde tresses and sparkling blue eyes Her cherubic features are just a disguise For although she emits a celestial aura, Angelic pastimes, quite simply, abhor her Where other girls play with their ‘Barbie’ dolls She has mystic wars with her hideous Trolls Her peers, read Enid Blyton in Bed She takes Stephen King, with his tales of the dead And, when it comes to the movies she’s seen A Nightmare on Elm Street, Hallow’een, Poltergiest, Psycho, The Thing, The Blob too These are just to name but a few There’s nothing she likes more than a good ‘chiller’ With ghosts, ghouls and monsters, or psychotic killers She watches the Grand Prix, to watch the cars crash She loves to see the players fouled at a soccer match, Ice skaters, she wills to fall flat on their faces And athletes, when running, to trip on their laces Yet, despite her having such a sick and perverse mind She’s loving and caring, gentle, sensitive, kind Unselfish and thoughtful, advanced for her ten years Who on watching Disney films, has been known to shed a tear Although she won’t admit to it, it’s only herself, she fools And I wouldn’t change one inch of her, my ‘angelic’ little ghoul. © Janette Fisher – April 1995 This poem was written 15 years ago when my youngest was 10 - she hasn't changed a bit!!!!