MY HAUNTED HOUSE HONEY!
by Sherelle F Wingate
Saturday, November 01, 2008
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Courting, my first school "spooky" boyfriend, one night we went on a date,
We decided to the beach, somewhere cool, relaxing, and safe.
Actutally, we planned on visiting the haunted house on the strip,
"Creepy" crawling into the place, carrying afraid on the hip!
Made aware that we were at the point of no turning back,
As expected, I was more "ghostly", approaching "nevermind" in fact!
Nice gentlemen, grabbed me, knowing everybody in my comfort zone was dead,
Chumping down, not myself, it was time to move it and go ahead!
Past the first set of "boo's", my hand was sweating more,
Just getting there good, it wasn't what my mind had in store.
Left behind, on what it was to send my hand clamming,
Burying his hand in mine, holding tight, fingers squeezing!
Sweet dreams of his, had him fooled, he was not to be frightened,
While in his girlfriend's presence, he tried, but his fear was heightened!
"Screamy" situation we were in, when I found us middle way through,
He, wishing I wasn't there, instead of no lights, maybe somewhere blue.
"Helping" louder than me, I was the girl, putting up a good fight,
Scary, not to me, either I am just evil, or he couldn't have been living right!
Goofy, as I stand, his death wish was for me not to laugh,
Uncontrollable activity, when he was out entertaining the staff!
Pleading, to get out and go home, he didn't like that walk through,
One foot on a bananna peel, the other in the grave, his closing date was due!
Sharing a hollor or two more, he ended up killing my stomach,
Hoarse, like he had Laryngitis, too much work, his throat was sick!
P.E. was one of our dim bells together, still didn't know he could sweat bullets,
Maybe unlike class, he was at warrant, and forced to do it!
Embarrassed, to the highest extent, him wanting to be 6ft under,
Could we go through, and see it again, was all of my wonder?
The next day in school, I had to blast him to his best friend Joey,
Glad to see the light, he still would have told a different in the dark story!
Able to see the comic in the situation, he later seeing it funny,
Matter free of whom I marry, none like my "haunted house honey"!