My Kitchen is Possessed

A Poem by James

I'm scared to go in the kitchen,
afraid of what I might see
The dishes are scattered all over the place
never where they should be.
The drawers are opened up real wide
I want to reach into them and see,
but I know they hold something scary inside
so I think I will let them be.
Something just scurried across the floor
It wasn't my imagination at all,
I wish I wasn't so scared of it
because right now I'm stuck in this hall.
I really want to get to my fridge
I'm hungry and need a snack,
but the last time anyone opened the door at night
all the food went on the attack.
The cheese turned green and let off a stink
that would send you to your grave,
and my jello mold or so I was told
had melted and dripped through the grates.
All the eggs had popped and the ham was hot
all because of some wicked guest.
Maybe I need to find someplace else to eat
because my kitchen is surely possessed.