Hallowe'en Creep

Something streaked down the hall
My little cousin, not composed at all
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And without a moment's due delay
He launched his story to the fray
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"Kate, there's a skeleton in my closet!
He rattles with every deposit.
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He knocks and talks
and about he walks
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But he's terribly scary
The situation's getting hairy
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I know you can help me
Take a sword and cry, 'have at thee!'
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It'll free in fright-filled panic
Then I can sleep and be less manic."
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"Okay, okay you little imp
I'll at least give the cuplrit a limp."
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So quoth I, and in a blink
He had hauled me past the kitchen sink.
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Trusty epee in hand, glove upon it
I ventured forth to secure his closet
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The open door loomed fierce and wide
Like some gaping maw in the wall-side
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Jasper behind me shook like a leaf
I must admit, I found it then a relief
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Some science project from days of yore
My father's favorite stooge no more
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The cadaver hung on a wheeled rack
Crying in the forlornest silence, "Alas! Alack!"
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Hoping his fears to rest would be laid
Fearless spoke up that warrior maid:
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"Alright, alright you little mite,
I'll wheel it off without a fight.
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This neglected heap of bone
Can slumber in my closet well alone."
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God, help this foolish fencer to that live down,
For such speech animated that skeletal clown
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Now there's a skeleton in MY closet
That rattles with every deposit
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He knocks and talks
And about he walks
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I'm getting sick of the bugger's racket
Soon there'll be no skeleton beside my jacket