Ten Penny Players
Godzilla said, "I'm going to eat you for lunch."
So he took a whole bunch,
And went crunch, crunch, crunch.
Vampires crawling with creepy
Ants.
Monsters walking with tattered
Pants.
I'll eat you up
Right away -
End this story today!
I heard something creeping down the stairs.
I was in fear, but I did not scream.
Only a wimp shall do that!
Am I a wimp?
No Way! No how!
What could be creeping down my stairs?
Can it be just the wind?
Or my Dad?
Or a vampire dancing the Macarena?
Or a witch tapping her feet on the floor?
I looked down the stairs.
I was all wrong.
It was just my dog
Running down the stairs.
So I went back to sleep.
Vampires from the cemetery
coming down from the hill!
And witches flying on
brooms. Look! A witch is
flying in front of the moon.
Black and gold,
black and gold tonight.
Yellow pumpkins, yellow moon,
yellow candlelight.
Ghosts all around,
Scaring people,
All over the town,
Now the ghosts are done,
But they are not gone.
I think there is a monster next to my bed.
In a few minutes I'm sure I'll be dead.
He tried to grab me with his hands.
They stretched and stretched like rubber bands.
His face looked like a face of dread.
And I was scared he was going to rip off my head.
I ran to my dad when he came into my room.
He did not see the monster.
It was a reflection of the moon.
I slowly crept into my bed
And I said, "Good night." To my Tedd, Fred.
Skeletons make me scared
Because they are missing skin
Skeletons haunt me
When I sleep.
The dark is spooky.
When I am alone,
I fumbled in the dark.
The dark is black
And makes me feel like
Someone is watching me.
The ghost in the attic was up all night
And never did we have such fright.
He knocked and jumped and banged on the floor
And then we could not sleep any more.
I sat alone in the dark, waiting for light
But all I could see was the deep black night.
I ran to my dad and told him this fable
And he was so scared he hid under the table.
Out flew the ghost - Hoooooo!
We didn't know what we should do!
So then I thought, "Why not scare the ghost?"
Up I climbed those attic stairs
And I scared him silly
The ghost flew off in tears
Running away willy nilly.
One night I went outside to play,
I decided to go astray.
So out of desperation,
I went to the restoration.
I saw a ghost of a girl.
It made my head start to whirl.
I wanted to run,
But I thought,
"This could be fun!!"
Do you fear what I fear?
Being all alone
And hearing noises everywhere
Even a small tone?
Oh, what can that be?
That creaking, cracking sound?
It probably isn't anything
Unless it can be found.
I must get up and look,
Trying not to scream,
But when I raise my head
I know it's just a dream.
At night when I shut off my light,
A ghost pops up over on my right.
I yell for my mom to come and see,
But when she comes in she says it's just a tree.
Off goes the light and I look to my right,
This time I see such an awful sight.
With trembling hands I reach for the light,
I turn it on and there's nothing in sight.
My mom comes in and says, "My love,
There's nothing to be afraid of!"
Let me tell you about my fears
While I fight back my tears.
There was a monster that was green
And he was very mean.
When I screamed out
He chased me all about.
It was the month of June
And there was a full moon.
So I hid in my room
And hummed a tune
When I saw
The monster no more.
I think it was the song
Because now we get along.
When I sing
He is a friendly thing.
I put a piece of cantaloupe
Underneath my microscope.
I saw a million strange things creeping.
I saw a zillion weird things sleeping.
I saw some green things twist and bend.
I'll never eat cantaloupe again.
I'm afraid of strange sounds
That make their rounds
While I'm trying to sleep at night.
They give me such a fright
In the middle of the night.
That is why I hold on to my blanket
So tight!
In wildest woods, on treetop shelves, sit evil
beings with evil selves. They are the dreaded
darkling elves; and they are always hungry.
In garish garb of capes and hoods, they wait,
watch within their woods to peel your flesh and steal
your goods for they are always hungry.
Watch every leaf on every tree, for once they
pounce you cannot flee. Their teeth are sharp as
sharp can be . . . and they are always hungry.
Beware of purple peanut butter.
Your flesh will crawl.
Your heart will flutter.
For if you eat this peanut butter,
you're sure to shrink and shrink and shrink.
And that's not good, I do not think!
It's very tasty.
This is true. - But wait 'till you
see what happens to you!
You'll feel dizzy, even light-headed.
You'll get smaller and smaller.
You'll really dread it.
Enough said. It's getting late.
My mom made lunch and it looks great.
Hey! What's that purple stuff oozing
down my plate!!
Ghosts and goblins will
give you a scare;
Goons and witches
with scraggly hair.
On Halloween night
you'll see them flying.
"Boo!" That is what
they'll be crying.
So when you go out
you better beware
of the spooks and spirits
that loom in the air.
When the lights go out at night
I feel a sudden burst of fright.
I feel as if I'm all alone,
even if my family is home.
Ghosts and goblins I can't see
but I feel as if they are watching me.
It gives me such a scare,
I look as though I have porcupine hair.
Goblins and ghosts haunt in the night,
while I sit in my bed trembling with fright.
Trying my hardest to turn off the light,
I try to sleep with all of my might.
I'm tossing and turning, I don't know what to do.
It's either ghosts or perhaps a touch of the flu.
I hear creaks and groans. Was that a boo?
Oh my, I'm so scared, I'm turning blue!
I run down the hall to my mom and dad's room,
and on the way there I run into a broom.
The hallway was dark, as dark as a tomb,
I thought I'd run into the monster of doom!
My trip down the hallway was such a scare.
I was so glad to finally be there.
I dove into mom's arms and she hugged me with care.
My fear went away like it was never there.
Let us make it clear,
I'm so afraid of fear.
When I watch the goosebumps show
my blood stops flowing head to toe.
I usually lay on the floor
while Mr. Brown opens the door.
Out jumps a skeleton of bones
or a ghost as white as a vanilla cone.
I curl up full of fright
as I turn on every house light.
At the end of the hour
I am crumpled like an old flower.
It takes a while for me to feel
the fact that none of this is real.
Shadows in the dark,
Shadows at night,
Shadows always give me a fright.
When there's light
I will be saved
Because the shadow of the night will behave.
My mom told me the dreadful news--
I need my tonsils out!
I am scared half to death!
What if I get sick on the operating table?
What if the doctor accidentally cuts my tongue off?
What if I wake up in the middle of the operation?
My Mom tells me everything will be okay.
Boy, do I hope she is right!
I think I'm so strong and in control
until I think and search my soul.
I ask myself what do I fear?
I panic in crowds when my mom's not near.
I never like being alone,
it sets such an eerie tone.
I'm very protective of my little brother,
I love him like no other.
I fear for his safety everyday,
I'm petrified someone will take him away.
I love to laugh and don't like to think of fear.
For it makes me shed more than a tear.
So I will continue to smile and bring happiness to those
I love,
and pray that my God will protect me from up above.
I had this nightmare when ghosts and aliens appear.
Even in school this nightmare appears in my head.
Aliens and ghosts take over the earth and make it all fear.
Then the Omnipoint Bird comes and says, "No fear."
On hearing the Omnipoint Bird's command the aliens
and ghosts explode with fear.
I then awaken and never have that nightmare again.
I'm scared of some things,
Those things I call fears.
My fears come and go,
All through the years.
I'm scared of my basement
When it is not light.
That's why I never go
Down there at night.
I'm also scared of being alone,
But I won't always have that fear,
Because like I said in my opening verse,
I'll probably get over it by next year.
I also get scared when I hear weird noises,
Especially those that come at night.
I sometimes hear noises like coughing or laughing;
They give me quite a fright.
Now I've told you all of my fears,
And that's all I have to say.
I just want you to be aware
That fears come and go every day.
The eerie presence in Havana
Made me lose my best friend, Anna.
If you want to scare your heart,
If you want to twist and dart,
Read this poem. It'll give you a start.
It all happened 'cause of a girl name Carenthe.
It all happened on Friday the thirteenth.
This girl named Carenthe, this pretty lass,
Went fishing after school and caught a bass.
That fish that was covered in blood and doom
Soon sent that girl into her tomb.
When Carenthe set foot on the town grounds
The town became silent. There were no sounds.
And as I stepped onto the street
I saw Carenthe, as red as a beet.
A flame rose up from her delicate toes.
Where it came from, nobody knows.
I watched Carenthe as she burned
And all the people who were concerned.
Then Carenthe turned into a fireball
And suddenly, very easily, burned down a wall.
She burned down everything in sight.
Carenthe was hot and very bright.
Soon I saw ashes and lots of dust.
Soon I saw ashes and lots of rust.
I looked around, around at my loss.
I looked down, down at my gold cross.
I have a warning. Hear it loud and clear.
Be careful in Havana.
Be careful!
Beware!
As I was playing with my toys outside
I saw a pit bull that was evil-eyed.
He came loose from his leash and chased me.
I ran over to climb up a tree.
I was so afraid of the pit bull.
He was frightening and horrible.
The man came and took his dog back.
He gave the pit bull a little whack.
Salem, my cat
is big, black and fat.
He scares me at night
with his mean yellow eyes.
When I'm half asleep
it's quite a surprise.
He's able to speak,
but unable to run,
because he's a toy --
a scary one!
Pumpkins on Halloween are about to glow.
The witches are high and the black cat is low.
There goes the skeletons and the ghosts, too!
On the street my mom and I scared you.
BOO!
Today is the 23rd day of November.
My mother just went to work,
and it's already a quarter past ten.
I am so worried about my mother.
She just drove away in her car
to Brooklyn.
While I sit here under my covers,
my mother is going through many streets,
all alone, and I am just wishing I could
be her company.
Still on my bed
I think of the smell of her perfume filling up
the car, hoping that I will smell it again.
Before she left that night
I went downstairs and gave her a hug and a kiss,
thinking . . . if something happened on the way at
least I would have been the last one who
touched and saw her.
I worry about her in the day and night,
when it's dark or bright.
I worry about her getting into an accident
or catching a disease from her patients.
Still on my bed
I worry to death.
I ask her and tell her.
And she says, "Just pray. Pray."
And I always say, "Okay, mummy, I love you."
Today is the 24th day of November
and still on my bed
I'm worried to death.
Please stay out of the basement,
And avoid the mad scientist's experiment
With all the plants that are queer.
It is dangerous even if you dare to peer.
When your dad starts bleeding green
blood and starts growing
leaves as his hair,
You will surely be in for a scare.
If you venture down into the basement
and see the plant with the hand,
Then you will surely understand
How it feels when your dad is replaced
by an impostor plant;
And how you help your real dad come
out of the basement closet.
From fear you work up a cold sweat.
This experience is something you will
never forget.
Sometimes it is unclear what people fear,
but they have feared things all through the years.
Ancient people all over this sphere had fears both far
and near
and all they had to protect them were their brains and their
primitive spears.
If you lived in Europe in the time of Shakespeare,
you might have been lucky and protected by brave knights and
musketeers.
If you traveled to the new world on a sailing ship, you
might have feared
a fierce buccaneer with a pierced ear.
The captains that were unfair and cruel of these great
ships had to fear
the mutineers.
The pioneers faced many dangerous and unknown things on the wild frontier.
Later the stream train engineer, in the West, feared
robbers that would hold up the train and make valuables and
money disappear.
In modern times the astronauts and cosmonauts faced unknown
dangers
high above the stratosphere and atmosphere.
One thing is crystal clear -- man must continue to persevere
to overcome his fear.
Fear is the item, the thought that is
The biggest portion of me,
The me that nobody sees,
I feel fear when I see mostly think,
That people are dying in their own blood,
Fear is not one thing but the shape of
Hate and madness put together in a ball.
Fear always hurts me, yet never touches me.
Twisting and turning
Coughing
The air I need does not come.
I try to scream, but it is only a faint whisper.
I try to move but my body is paralyzed.
I look left and right for someone to aid me,
But no one comes.
Airless, I'm alone in a bitter world.
Shadows in the night,
her face is filled with fright.
She tries hard to shout,
but no sound will come out.
With all her strength she pounds on the wall.
Her mother wakes up and hears her call.
She runs to her baby to find out what is wrong,
takes her in her arms and sings her a song.
Laying in mom's arms she begins to calm down,
a smile appears and erases her frown.
She starts to explain this horrible terror,
her mother just laughs and explains her error.
The shadows she saw were not monsters at all.
They were only reflections that appeared on her wall.
The little girl crawls back into bed.
Mom tucks her in and kisses her head.
The morning has come; she rubs her eyes.
She looks out the window and sees the sun rise.
All her fears have gone away.
It's time to enjoy a brand new day.
The howling wind,
Darkness of night,
A barking, stray dog,
An eerie sight.
An oncoming twister,
Tyrannosaurus Rex,
A very loud noise,
Not knowing what will come next!
A creaking door,
Being stung by a bee,
A ringing alarm,
And poison ivy.
The news at eleven,
The sound of a gun,
Being left out
Of all of the fun!
An airplane crash,
A sinking ship,
An auto accident,
While on a trip.
A black widow spider,
A haunted house,
The thought of a burglar,
The sight of a mouse.
Thoughts of death
And being alone.
What will I do
When I'm on my own?
These are a few of the fears
Which have sometimes
Brought me to tears.
What are you afraid of?
There's a goblin as green as a goblin can be
Who is sitting outside and is waiting for me.
When he knocked on my door
and said softly, "Come play!"
I answered, "No. Thank you.
Now please, go away!"
But the goblin as green as a goblin can be
Is still sitting outside and is waiting me for.
Ghosts, ghosts
scare me the most
when it's dark outside.
Witches, witches
give me twitches
when it's late at night.
Snakes, snakes
give me the shakes
when I'm alone and it's quiet.
Demons, demons
keep me screamin'
when I wake up before light.
Aliens, aliens
have me wailing
as the light shoots through the sky.
As I laid down to fall asleep
The thought of the storm made me weep.
I was so nervous my body began to shake
And the sound of the wind kept me awake.
The sweat on my forehead made me shiver.
It's not a nice feeling when you start to quiver.
So I waited for the storm to pass and took a deep breath,
But in my heart I was scared to death.
I fear and tremble when I go to bed.
I look under pillows and sometimes overhead.
I put my face on the pillow when I go to sleep.
I hope monsters don't make a peep.
I'd see all my room all dark;
Then I hear a big loud bark.
I'd see all my posters hanging on the wall.
I wonder if monsters were really that tall.
I fear and tremble when I go to bed.
I look under pillows and sometimes overhead.
So don't come to my house if you're really scared.
Go somewhere else if you really care.
Running in the rain,
Crying for help.
No one to save me!
I need help!
From the executors.
I awaken,
Sitting in the silence,
Afraid of the shadows,
Desperately needing someone,
Desperately needing anyone.
The stuffed animals are ready.
Ready to jump.
Ready to attack me
And brutally kill,
When or if necessary.
I'm enchanted in my dreams again.
A wolf howls
Something is coming after me
I need help!
From the executors.
The bombs bursting,
Savage killing in every corner,
A woman screams,
She stopped
The executors!
I started running,
They were after me
The thunder crashed,
The rain fell.
They wanted me!
They caught me---
The pain!
Then darkness.
It was over. I was over.
My alarm clock.
It was just a dream
Or was it?
I went to the kitchen and...!
It wasn't a dream.
What is fear?
Is it a mother afraid of her teen drinking beer?
Is it a child's thought of ghosts?
Or is it a firefighter's fear of starting to roast?
Is it a soldier's risk of dying?
Or his chance of seeing a foreign country full of orphan children
crying?
Is it an actor hoping not to forget his lines?
Or a risk of stepping on mines?
Is it not knowing what to say?
Or is it the everyday risk of not getting through the day?
It isn't shaped like a knife or spear.
It doesn't even begin to appear,
To be anything that you might fear,
But scary "it" is, when "it" gets here!
It's white and flat with marks of black.
It has a gruesome front and an ugly back.
But worst of all, it's what inside.
I swear it's true. I've never lied!
Your stomach begins to churn, as your heart begins to speed.
It's taken over your life and follows wherever you lead.
It sits on your bookbag and grins, filled with all of your
sins.
You start feeling woozy, as thoughts start to oozy out of
your head
which spins.
"Do it already I'm brave, I'm ready to step in my grave."
If it's as bad as I think, I won't even blink if you put my
head in a nave.
But then "they" look up with a kind of smile, which
I haven't seen
in quite a while.
They lay down that evil thing to rest,
While I'm swearing and screaming "I've tried my best."
"It's great, we're so proud," they say out loud.
I lose my thoughts of wearing that shroud.
I've been spared from that awful report card slaughter.
All is well with the world until next quarter.
I had fears in my younger years;
Sometimes they brought me many tears.
I had fears of goblins under my bed.
I had fears of something I learned about when I read.
I had fears of creepy, crawly things.
I had fears of things that sting.
I have become older.
Now I am brave and much bolder.
Promise never to leave me
Alone, sorrowful, and crying.
Promise never to leave me;
I can't bear the thought of you dying.
Promise never to leave me;
The idea is so terrifying.
Promise never to leave me;
I tell you without lying.
We've shared our lives together,
Through good times and bad.
I have always cared, even when we were mad.
So promise me that you won't go to your eternal rest
Anytime soon,
Because if you did, I would go crazy, insane like a loon.
You can always feel when it's near;
That dreaded feeling called fear.
It grips you tight and it won't let go.
How it does this, I don't know.
Scary things and nightmares make it come.
When it gets you there's nowhere to run.
If there's something that really scares you,
Then what FDR said isn't true.
I step out in the night alone,
Because I hear a sound.
It's silent now, there's nothing,
Only shadows all around.
The darkness seems to creep toward me.
"Who's there?" I whisper, "Who?"
Are those just rustling leaves I hear?
I don't know what to do!
I breathe once in and then once out.
I feel like I should run.
When will this nightmare end? Please tell me.
When will it be done?
It's over now the sun is up.
And suddenly I find
The things I thought would hurt me
Were only in my mind.
In the summer,
What a bummer.
The weather is warm,
Thousands of bees swarm.
I'm in the pool,
Trying to keep cool.
Up from the trees,
Come down the huge bees.
They sting. They bite.
They fill me with fright.
I run and shout,
Trying not to pout.
I dash into the house,
Staying quiet as a mouse.
Waiting until the bees fly away,
And then I can go out to play. Hooray!
My assignment is to write of fear,
But I'm afraid I don't know how.
I don't know if I'll always fear
Those things that I fear now.
For what is fear?
It's just a thought,
An ever changing view.
Fear varies from person to person;
Even from me to you.
I don't mean to end abruptly;
And I don't mean to spoil your fun;
But now that I've attacked my fear,
I fear my work is done!
Stephen King, king of fear;
Read his books and shed a tear.
Read his books in the middle of the night.
Read his books full of fright.
Watch the movie even worse;
Upon you shall come a curse.
The curse that shall come nightmares forever.
You choice is now, now or never.
So as you read his books, or as it begins,
The fear is coming. The fear is within.
Strap yourself in if you dare.
Clinking, clanking as you slowly climb up the hill,
Get yourself ready for the first big drop.
Your heart is pounding.
Your stomach is turning.
Your eyes are shut tight.
Open them if you dare.
Like a runaway train falling down a mountainside,
Being shaken like a rag doll as you scream your lungs
out,
Thinking you should never have gotten on,
Can't wait until the last drop,
It is finally over.
Mom's inside baking.
I'm outside raking.
Ghosts are hiding here and there.
Bats are flying in the air.
Rat's eye's gleaming.
People screaming,
Banshees moaning,
Mummies groaning,
Werewolves howling,
Black cats prowling,
Creeping . . . creeping . . . under your bed,
Because this is the night of the
Living dead.
Ghosts and goblins fly in the night.
Spooky sounds give you a fright.
Eerie feelings in the air,
So you'd better beware.
At the midnight hour the dead will rise.
They're out to give you a big surprise.
With rattling bones and ghostly moans,
They chill your body to the bones.
Never get caught in the graveyard at night;
It's sure to be a scary sight.
Fright comes to my room in the night.
The lights flicker and the floorboards creak.
The moonlight invades my bedroom.
Shadows and silhouettes pop out of thin air onto my walls.
The ticking of my clock keeps rhythm with my pounding heart,
While the howling wind sends the shutters smashing
against my window panes.
Chills race up and down my spine as I pull the covers
over my sweaty head.
Why does everyone else in the house sleep so peacefully?
Why do these supernatural beings haunt only me?
Time seems to stand still as I pray for morning to come.
It seems an eternity, but finally it is morning.
The sun shines and everything is normal again.
On a warm summer's night my whole body filled with fright.
I don't know why, but I thought I would cry.
It was dark and it was dreary; the feeling around me was quite
eerie.
Although the birds were silent something certainly sounded
violent.
Was it an animal making the sounds?
Or was it a criminal lurking in the campgrounds?
I didn't know what I was hearing,
but it was something I was fearing.
I tried hard not to listen; I focused as the stars glistened.
I lay awake in the night, I could not sleep light.
I kept on staring into space, hoping no one saw my face;
It was red and bright. It sure was filled with fright.
Finally, when morning came, I heard someone call my name.
I looked around and I saw I need not be frightened any more.
I was relieved to see the sun; a bright new day had begun.
There's a house at the corner that no one goes near.
Everyone knows that it's been deserted for years.
No one ever tried to board it up because they were scared.
Then, one day a teenager went into the house
because he was double dared.
The door of the house made a creepy sound.
The teenager looked all around, but on one was to be found.
The teenager was a boy who was biting his nails.
Of course, he was very pale.
The boy saw rats run across the room.
Then he heard a big BOOM!
The rest of his friends ran in with a chuckle.
All they ever found was the boy's belt buckle.
Don't watch that scary movie before you go to bed,
The monster that you saw, might show up in your head.
When everyone's asleep, and it's very late at night,
Nightmares wake you up with a fright.
The vampire, the ghost, the creature that you saw,
You thought he died in the movie, but now he's back for more.
Nightmares are demons that wait to haunt you in your sleep,
For it is your pleasant dreams they want to keep.
You jump out of bed to turn on the light,
But the phantom in your nightmare is nowhere in sight.
I heard it;
I heard a scream.
A scream that curled out;
And leapt upon me;
Like a snarling dog.
It jumped up from behind me,
Tearing at my clothes;
It swirled around me,
Like a tornado
Whipping around debris.
That scream haunts me;
Just screaming in my dreams,
I no longer am happy,
I am no longer at ease,
For I know that scream will come,
And wrestle me to the ground.
I know that scream can shoot me,
Shoot me till I'm down.
But still I can hear it;
I do hear it,
Because it came from me.
It thumps, it bumps in the night,
tiptoeing into your room.
When you hear it coming closer,
you know it spells your doom.
I know that the fear,
is all in my head.
There is no monster
under my bed.
This trembling feeling,
defies all logic.
I know there is no one
hiding in my closet.
My brain keeps saying,
"It's only the rain,
not a demon knocking,
at my window pane."
I try telling my heart
what is normal and sane
but it thumps and thumps
and rips at my veins.
There are no ghosts,
sitting on my bookshelf.
I have nothing to fear,
but fear itself.
Still, I stay frozen,
encased in fright;
not daring to move,
to turn on the light.
For what if I arose
and turned on the light
only to find
my fears were right?
My fear of a fire in my home,
Potentially destroying everything I own.
Just thinking of the fire makes me sweat,
The thought of the firemen making everything wet.
I jump out of bed and realized it's a dream.
I get myself together and go back to sleep feeling serene.
My fear of a fire is such a fright,
It makes me all nervous and very uptight.
I have a fear of death.
When will I take my last breath?
To be alone,
To have no home,
I have a fear of death.
Everything ends and
I can't see my friends.
I would be gone
But the world goes on.
I have a fear of death.
To be in the dark,
Can't hear the dog bark.
I have a fear of death.
I hear that there might be school all year.
Now that is definitely my biggest fear.
How can I stay cool in school,
Without jumping in my backyard pool?
Summer is for fun, sitting in the sun,
Not for getting homework done.
You can still do math and have some books to read.
But, my summer vacation I really do need.
Wouldn't all of you, who love to teach,
Rather be sitting out on the beach?
Let us just be happy with ten months of school,
And hope twelve months is not the new rule.
I know I'll be thinking it's too hot in here.
Oh, having school all year is definitely my biggest fear.
Scary, butterflies in my stomach
Crying of terrified children
Remember the whispers she hears before murdered.
Eerie sounds, faces, and memories of her I see.
A great scream of fear clutches my heart.
My heart is pounding, pounding,
faster, faster.
My mind remembers it's only a movie.
It's only a movie on and on.
I hear vague screeches and
screams in the air. It's only
a movie. It's only a movie.
Or is it?
When it's time to shut the light,
My parents and I have a big fight.
When it's time to rest my head,
I pray I do not wind up dead.
With the darkness comes some fright.
I'm sure there's something that will bite.
I hear eerie noises almost every night.
Where do they go when it gets light?
I'm scared of the dark
And big dogs that bark.
I'm frightened of California's quakes
And Arizona's snakes.
I'm afraid of ants,
Especially the ones in my pants.
But, most of all, I'm fearful of height
And mosquitoes that bite.
Every night before I close my eyes,
I look out my window at the gloomy dark skies.
I know I shouldn't be scared,
and I shouldn't be afraid.
But no matter how much I tried,
my fear would not fade.
I turned my head the other way,
Not knowing what to do,
Not knowing what to say.
So once again I turn around
And hear this deep dark scary sound.
It told me in life not to turn my head,
Because in a path of darkness I may be led.
I listened to the voice every night,
Until I saw a ray of light.
The voice told me it was his time to go.
He told me in heaven his face he will show.
So I looked out the window,
Not afraid anymore,
Understanding the things
That made me scared
And unsure.
After studying all day and night,
I finally feel I will get the answers right.
I go to bed and toss and turn,
And I feel my stomach start to churn.
The next day when I see the test,
I always hope I will do my best.
I answer the questions and quickly as I can,
Check it, correct it, that is my plan.
When my test is handed back,
I shake so much I think I will crack.
I look at the mark and realize at last
the feeling of fear is a thing of the past.
Snakes, worms and creepy crawlers
Wandering in my mind
Going in my neighbor's yard
You never know what you'll find.
Afraid to walk through the weeds,
And stepping on who knows what,
Get out my bandaids and peroxide
To clean out my new cuts.
I feel so squirmish being there
I don't know why I go,
But I don't mind when winter comes,
Because the yard is full of snow.
My fear of insects is a well known fact.
One night as I sat home alone on the phone,
The strangest thing occurred.
I saw something. It looked like a blurr.
It had sixteen legs and lots of fur.
I shook. I shivered, and I started to shake.
Would this creature crawl on me,
When I was not quite awake?
My feet turned cold. My head got hot.
My stomach turned into one big knot.
What would I do? Try and run or kill
It with my shoe?
Just then when I started to go numb,
I thought this is silly, it's awfully dumb.
All of a sudden, with a quick rush,
My sister came in and squashed this enemy with a brush.
There, as it lay in a squashed crump