Sojourn in the Devil’s Lair By Angie Mullins
A shuffling creep with a twisted leg:
My first encounter with the living dead.
He gestured me into his home
I felt as though I should atone
For all my sins- I was made felt
That I was going straight to hell.
Alas, the joke it was on me-
I had just entered hell, you see.
Then his wife, a terrible demon
Conceived of some abysmal semen
Did grace us with her presence thus.
My insides turned to instant mush:
What hatred dwelt behind her eyes!
I near fell to my knees and cried.
Such cruelty in the hearts of men
Are found within the coven’s den.
Her sister then I chanced to meet,
Her cloven hooves concealed by feet.
The grey pant-suit and 80’s hair
Could not quite hide her fork-tongued tail.
Her puckered scowl which didn’t bend:
The image of a cat’s rear end.
I dared not move, I couldn’t rest
Embedded in that vipers’ nest.
For two long weeks I battled bravely
Against these fiends- my chances gravely
Faltered yet I strongly fought
Until the day in which I caught
A lucky break, and so I fled.
Another week and I’d be dead.
I wept with tears of joy abundant;
Relief as such makes fear redundant.
And so I’ve tried repress this tale:
It marks a most unpleasant fail.
An ink blot in the copy book
Which rather smarts-I seldom look.
But yet today I did receive
From skulking Pant-Suit (scowl of glee)
A bill to pay, a handsome fare
For my sojourn in the Devil’s lair.