What’s Cooking?
No one knows about this news.
Just Bobby & I, & were no fools.
If people knew what we seen & heard.
We’d be asylum bound, is the word.
I know, you think were nuts already.
Just another prank. Pretty petty.
Truth is; we wish it was a prank.
And we are being pretty frank.
It happened last week on our way to school.
We cut through the woods, like we usually do.
It is a shortcut to the school.
We were stopped by a fiendishly looking ghoul.
It grabbed us both before we could run.
It dragged us off and it wasn’t for fun.
It dragged us to this notch in the cliff.
Almost like a cave, but not as slick.
It stunk like hell in there, like something died.
The ghoulish thing had real rough hide.
It was slobbering like Little Jack Horner.
There was a pile of bones in the corner.
We were shaking in our boots.
It threw us in a big pot & threw in some roots.
It added several other things.
Then it poured in water from a spring.
It did what looked like a magic trick.
Made fire on Its finger like a stick.
It set some wood ablaze under the pot.
It started getting warm, like it or not.
Then, it heard a noise and went to check.
We jumped out of the pot & ran faster than heck.
We got home & told my mom we fell in the creek.
She had us clean up in the sink.
Dry clothes & she drove us to school.
We made it there just in time too.
We have been afraid to say a thing.
We need to take a lie detector machine.
People need to know this ghoul is out there.
Put all on alert that they better beware.
But, the ghoul was never seen or heard of again.
They were glad they didn’t say anything in the end.
———————————————R.. W. Johnson—–(2020)