Gather round, my friends, and please listen
to this tale of scare that happens to be
the mostest fright I have ever become.
Picture this!
A young VG is approaching home,
a shared domicile between two besties of three decades,
and VG is on edge.
For the day’s hence, he returned to the home
and upon entering the lounge,
the curtains did move and out jumped HIM!
For his bestie worked in differing schedules
and would always return home hours later,
so a person in wait, was never a concept
to a weary VG.
A screech so shocked and a stumble to the side,
VG tumbled into walls,
while Bestie crumpled into laughs.
This was payback, for you see,
VG can be oh so annoying, and winding up Bestie
is a forever goal
and last week VG changed every cupboard
and drawer around in the kitchen
to mess with muscle memory.
It is a new day and VG is tentative,
his hand on door,
his peeks round corners,
his steps so slight and dainty,
he calls out for companions.
No response is returned.
He creeps into house and shuffles round rooms,
searching and excavating for traces of HIM.
Rooms checked, areas viewed and curtains pulled back,
a guard is let down and a resuming of normalcy occurs,
VG is satisfied that the menace is vanquished.
After all, how could Bestie possibly be home early twice in a row?
He goes to bedroom, and dumps bags and coats
in designated areas for tidy,
and feels peckish.
The fridge beckons and VG must answer the call.
He moves in his oh so tumbly way,
as if fighting with legs and body,
to the kitchen and stands in front
of lockered food.
He opens the door and cool air passes
twixt nose and face.
“Hello Fridge! How are you today?”
He says, a ritual every time he grabs a snack.
“I’m good thanks, how are you?”
A deep voice bellows behind his ear,
and VGs life flashes before his eyes
as he shrieks as if dying,
and legs buckle,
and body drops,
and he lands on the floor,
heart pounding and brain screaming,
and his last sight before he feels as though he is to pass away,
Is HIM, his bestie, grinning and laughing standing over him.
Oh that sly fox, that wily wily man,
For he had been home,
and he had been moving round rooms
like ninja bond, to avoid capture
to pull off ultimate fright.
Bestie bested.