Thursday, October 28, 2010

Bridge to fear


Four old monsters were playing a round
of contract bridge. Nothing profound.
Dracula, The Wolfman, and Frankenstein's creature,
and The Mummy was dummy in this nightly feature.

"What do you fear?" growled Wolfman to his buds.
The creature led with a Jack of clubs.
"Fire! Fire!" was all he could grunt,
and fearing too his play a bad punt.

"Crosses and sunlight," Dracula hissed.
"Closed spaces!" screeched Mummy, not to be missed.
Wolfman scratched his big hairy ear:
"Silver and wolfsbane, I guess, is all that I fear."

"People don't realize we have fears too."
Wolfman went on, "They have no clue."
Dracula grew restless, the hour was late.
A rising sun soon would seal his sad fate.


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placed in Poets United Think Tank #21: Fear