Midnight, Friday the 13th
The scariest hour on the scariest night,
Descends when your hunger sends you down a flight
Of rickety stairs with a creak and a crack,
And into the kitchen in search of a snack
Blinded by light pouring from the fridge door, You fumble your way through each shelf, rack and drawer Only to find what you had the most feared, Somehow your onion bagels disappeared!
Blinded by light pouring from the fridge door, You fumble your way through each shelf, rack and drawer Only to find what you had the most feared, Somehow your onion bagels disappeared!
