Let's see where shall I go today?

Perhaps to a house on a haunted hill,

To try and keep the ghosts at bay,

Where the spirits will not keep still.

Perhaps to an magical land,

With witches and wizards,

Princesses who need a helping hand,

And curses that cause blizzards.

Or maybe to the scene of crime,

To try and catch a Murderer,

Before we run out of time.

The thought of blood makes me shiver.

Or maybe into the past,

In a machine that goes time travelling

Wouldn't that be a blast?

Just don't change anything.

I must go into my rooms

With my pen and my paper,

I have to, the deadline looms,

Maybe I'll start writing later.

Poetry By Various Contributors

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