Screams! Screams every where!
Horrible shrieks of people who scare.
Why, why are they crying out so?
I must see, but where is my friend Jenna Joe?
I burst out the tent and is greeted by the rusty smell of blood,
People running around streaked with mud.
All the tents are on fire,
Cloths wave in the wind on a wire.
What did this? who did this?
A thing from the deep abyss?
Then I see her in a corner all huddled,
I try to run to her but my brain is all muddled.
I walk but something catches my eye.
A big black shadow, I let out a cry.
For this is no monster that I have seen before,
A thing so big it would crumple the floor.
He leans in close I can smell his breath,
A stink that could surely cause death.
Suddenly he opens his mouth really wide
And I whisper to Janna “This would be scary if it wasn’t a ride.”
She smiles and the car comes to a stop,
“Come on,” she says “lets go get some pop.”