Haunted Poem
Just something I tried to come up with for the special night.
One, two, you're taking a few.
Three, four, you're on the floor.
Five, six, taking the kicks.
Seven, eight, you're too late.
Nine, ten...you're dead, my friend.
Eleven, twelve, to hell you will come.
Thirteen, fourteen, nowhere to run.
Fifteen, sixteen, we're oh so keen.
Seventeen, eighteen, to make you mean!
Nineteen, twenty...you're home...for eternity.