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!

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11 2009

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