Two Red Eyeballs

Little Billy pitched his tent

Underneath a magnolia tree

Started a fire, cooked a meal

Went to the woods to pee

Behind a bush, he stood

Started to unzip his fly

Saw two eyeballs watching

From nearby, made him cry

From behind a tree, they were

Blood red, they intently stared

Billy was too scared to pee

He thought it was a bear

What to do, he didn’t know

All over he began to tremble

His thoughts; went astray

Them he tried to reassemble

Slowly he turned to flee

He then heard a tree knock

A loud screeching whoop

Put him into a terrible shock

To his tent, he quickly raced

Little Billy began to cry

Was it going to eat him?

He was sure he would die

From the tent flaps, he watched

As it stooped, licked his skillet

Saw a bunch of bananas

Its mouth, it began to fill it

With a grunt and a howl

It raced into the woods

Stopped, and looked back

Then was gone for good

Little Billy emerged from his tent

He chuckled, then sat down

What he saw eating his fruit

Made him smile, not frown

He knew his sister was weird

And liked to do strange things

She had come to scare him

Took joy in the fright it brings

Now, payback would be terrible

As he began to scheme and plan

When the appropriate time came

It’d be more than she could stand

Little Billy still pitches his tent

Underneath that magnolia tree

Of his sister, he has no fear

She’s locked up, she’s not free!

Friday, September 9, 2022