I closed my eyes after 9: 00,
And all I could hear was the tick of my clock,
But not it wasn't the clock from my room,
It must of been the clock of doom,
Then footsteps clashed on the steps, and the floor,
And then I heard a high pitched RRROOOAAARRR! ! !
I hated this so I closed my eyes close,
Then I smelt something like burnt toast,
I opened my door, and standing there,
Was a ghost, but I didn't care,
I ran down the stairs into a car tyre,
And then realized in the kitchen there was a fire,
I kicked the tyre away,
And managed to runaway,
I ran into my friends house,
But all I could see was a poor vain mouse,
I ran outside and saw a monster,
So I ran inside my friends house and saw a large hamster,
GET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM!
Its not what it seems!
GET ME OUT OF THIS NOW!
But, I didn't know how................
(How could I get out of this dream?)
Amy Gibbs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-scary-dream/
