On a boy’s third birthday
His family trekked deep in the trap
That was their yard.
Stalked by a monster
A tent-
Its windows were wicked, watching eyes,
A mechanical blue-gray.
While the timid toddler gathers twigs
For a fire,
Hot dogs are slowly roasting,
Juicy and plump.
Munch.
Viciously devoured with corn and smores.
The warmth lures the monster.
Disguised as a tent.
The family unpacked,
Everything went black.
6 comments ↓
I think they were devoured by the tent, or maybe the toddler just fell asleep!
nice job!! i really liked how you used a lot of describing words!!
I like this poem; i can really realte to it in many ways, because i like camping a lot.
This reminds me of when I go camping with my family.
I like your poem, it reminds me of when i go camping in the summer!
what happend to the family!?!
did the monster eat them or something?!
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