I’ll read you a story.
It might be too gory
For you to understand,
But I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town
that will cause you to frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.
This isn’t a regular place.
Do not give me that morbid face.
A place of evil creatures
with dark and creepy features.
Dark shadows walk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida is a scary place.
I will quicken the poem’s pace.
No reason to fear.
The end is near.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 