Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh The kids just screamed, “I’ve gotta go!” And The trailer’s back there, in the snow; We needed it for food, sleep, clothes But Its tires fell off and it won’t go.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Cry Mommy, Daddy, kids, baby ‘Cause Sally poked him; “Bill’s breathing!” The car’s all out of gasoline And No one’s ever changed Baby.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaay Dad’s just asked why they vacay So Mom’s offered to give him ‘way Low tire pressure‘s on display And When we get to far, far ‘way Mom and Dad will droop and sway But All the kids will want to play;
Fire black and smoke all red, the sun shone ‘gainst the West. Glint in eye an’ tale in head, Old Jack sized up his guests. There warn’t much to impress ‘im ’bout the two who stared ‘im back: City-boys, all barn and raised, with city-boy rucksacks.
“Ah’m tellin’ yuh, an’ ah don’ lie,” Jack told ’em, face set stern, “You’d best watch out when sunset’s red, when sand feels like to burn. “The ‘eadless ratt’ler’s comin’ out –Look! Behind yuh now!” An’ shore enough, those tenderfoots, yelped like they’d jus’ learned how.
October 22, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!
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I’m not sure what I did there, but there’s still time to contribute your own diamante poem for this week’s A Mused Poetry contest!!