Safe as Houses

A bedtime poem.

By DesDownUnder

Copyright © 2007

1. Death comes weeping at my door,
2. For I will not open it willingly,
3. Death comes to my door knocking,
4. Asking me to let it in,
5. Death cries out in pain,
6. Hungry for my skin,
7. Death shames me for hiding,
8. While it pounds in its tormenting,
9. Death curses my want for living,
10. “Let me in,” it screams again,
11. I listen to its pleading sobs,
12. And then it stops.
13.  
14. Am I saved and safe at last,
15. Behind my bolted door?
16. A breath of wind huffs and puffs,
17. And blows my home away,
18. As I look into the teeth of Death,
19. Wishing I had built my house,
20. From brick instead of straw,
21. And Death would not be doing me in,
22. As it slobbers on its own,
23. Hairy chinny, chin, chin.