One of life's greatest joys
was to scare my poor little mother.
Lurking Shadows
Lurking, lurking shadows
Go creep, creep, creep
Prowling boys stealth gamble
Unhinged mothers
Weep, weep, weep
Veiled deadly assassins
With hollow hearts
And ghostly eyes
With deucedly sinister schemes
Profound in element of surprise
Yet these skilled vigilantes
In concealment
These canny masters of disguise
Seek not the pleasure of hiding, but
Horrified mommies and their cries
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