WooooOOOoooOOoo,
being clever with the portmanteaus
on the day of superstition (please pretend
that it is the 13th and not the 10th
or this bit fails)
but what sort of
salt dropping,
black cat,
underneath ladder,
egregious events will make you wish
to curl up in safety?

Box Number Two belonging to Pandora
bristles and shudders,
straining and containing
beastlies so vicious, I can only
allude to them via the medium of pometry!

The lid cracks a mite,
spilling forth today’s fright,
and would you believe it?!
A partner’s disappointment fills
your ears and eyes,
as the sighs of someone
who takes prides in you,
loses all respect
of your choices and lifestyle,
with head shake and forlorn face
they turn as you grasp outward
trying to set the record straight,
but it tilts too much
and you know you have crossed the line.

Oh ho ho ho! Like some sort of
evil Santa, I belly laugh at these scares
and spook, knowing that they just
do
not
let
up!
WoooOOOOoooOOoo!