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A Tale of Salvador Chinn

by Michael Hamlin

Over and Under, Under and in
Was the house of Salvador Chinn
Shabby and wrinkly, dirty and poor
Salvador Chinn did not have a door
Trapped in his home, all day and all night
Hungry and cold, a very sad sight
But one autumn morning, as Salvador slept
Slithery footprints, behind him they crept
"Salvador Chinn", a raspy voice spoke
"Why do you lie there so still and so broke?"
Salvador Chinn jumped to his feet
Trembling mad, and clutching his sheet
"Salvador Chinn", the voice spoke again
"Why do you quiver, there where you stand?"
"I am a ghost, brought from afar"
"Seeking tired souls, whereever they are"
"Many have died, alone, tired, and vexed."
"And Salvador Chinn, you are the next!"
Although, as it seemed, the ghost would have won
But Salvador Chinn started run
And though in the end, it made him quite sore
Poor Salvador's house, now had a door

04/14/2002

Posted on 04/14/2002
Copyright © 2024 Michael Hamlin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 09/17/11 at 12:24 PM

Very clever! Congrats on Poem of the Day!

Posted by Maria Francesca on 09/17/11 at 02:25 PM

Love the rhythm and the rhyme and the story -- what a great piece! Congrats on POTD!!

Posted by Angie Jenkins on 09/17/11 at 05:12 PM

Haha! Great poem!

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