While out in a field
this game you will play,
It scared my ancestors
way back in the day.
You must stand alone,
Pitch black all around.
The task? Make it home
Without being found.
Ol Daddy Greybeard.
will be out for a stroll
Guard yourself well
He's after your soul.
Quaking and fearful
This phrase you must yell;
then gird up your loins
and run like
Old Daddy Greybeard.
without tooth or tongue
comes mumbling and grumbling
pray, carry me home
PS: for optimum visitation, must repeat three to five times. Participants invite Daddy Greybeard at their own risk. No soul refunds.
Ha ha, oh Kaylene. Why am I not surprised that you begin your blog with something as random as this? That's why we love you! You keep life fun and exciting!
ReplyDeleteKaylene, your poems have much awesome in them. I'd read them to my future children.
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