The Horror Show.
The horror show.
by Harold R Hunt Sr
Here I sit down with a box of popcorn.
Waiting to for the movie to start.
I set so relax that I almost pass out.
Then I hear a scream of fright.
I stare at the screen to see a bloody body hanging from a tree.
Then the another shriek I did hear. As I saw a funny thing.
A bike on the roof with a head on the seat.
The movie played on with such a fright I hid my head to the end. Of the horror show