Belinda Boo,
made us have to move
Every time
this spryly spirit
threw a fit,
something moved
The curtains flew open,
The third stair treads
creeks
Belinda shrieks
to scare us all,
hoping we trip or fall—
The pots and pans
Regularly
Float out of the cupboard
Banging in time
with our spatulas
several wooden spoons
Moaning in tune!
Belinda Boo,
made us have to move
The planchette,
on my ouija board
broke in two!
The rug always rolled up!
like she was sticking
her tongue out!
12 o’clock, the midnight hour
Belinda began her light show
Flicker, surge, electrifying
light switch toggle
up and down
Belinda Boo,
made us have to move
Our last straw,
when she levitated
Our queen bed,
into the living-room!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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