Ever had something make you shiver and quiver?
Grab your stomach and ruin your liver?
Well that’s what happened to me
Sitting there unsuspectingly
Trying to forget a horrible day
Hoping lots of wine would take it away
But that didn’t happen, need I say
No, it insured my unusual fate.
Walking home I passed the stones
You know the ones, covering bones
Slightly askew, some pretentious
As if the interred was someone pious
And that’s when I felt it, made me shiver
My hair stood up, my hands aquiver
Something not easy to spy
Out of the corner of my eye
Sneaking around the imprinted boulders
Suddenly felt I wasn’t getting any older
Would succumb to this wannabe ghoul
Brandishing a scythe as his horrid tool
I stepped lively started to panic
My actions caused a trip, I was manic
I looked around, it had disappeared
I thought I was silly, showing such fear
Hurried home and now feeling not at all safe
As eerie itching on my neck, starts to chafe.