The Haunted House
Last night my friend visited a haunted house
Not brave enough to join him, I felt like a louse,
I stayed home and watched a funny comedy
While fleeing a goblin, he sprained his knee.
I ate snacks, drank sodas, and gained a pound
He said zombies and ghosts were all around,
He made his way through man-eating plants
Had I been there, I would have sh*t my pants!
I told him I would’ve died from a heart attack,
He tried to take pictures, but it was pitch black,
I did not care to see puddles of oozing slime
I told him I’d look at his pictures another time.
Written October 16, 2022
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