A Teenage Mythology
A sneeze is how a poltergeist gets outside of you.
At night a different stinky elf sleeps inside each shoe.
Every creaking rafter supports its resident ghost,
and it’s little gremlins who make you burn the toast.
Each night those tricky fairies put snarls in your hair,
while pixies in your sock drawer unsort every pair.
Midnight curtain billows are caused by banshee whistles.
Vampires use your toothbrush and put cooties in its bristles.
Truths all come in singles. It’s lies that come in pairs.
That’s a zombie, not a teenager, sneaking up the stairs.
Gremlins is the prompt word today. This is a rewrite of a poem written 4 years ago. Can’t believe that I actually had a poem with “gremlins” in it. Glad the WordPress search function
has a better memory than I do.