OH HARK 25

"Biting your nails will take you nowhere, you trickster 
Mind you, I know how to deal with these shenanigans, mister
This is neither stage pathos, nor theatrical sublimity
Just a case of sheer absurdity

You thought you would fool us with your ketchup smeared figure
But alas, I pity your intelligence meagre."
Thumping a fist in the air the poet yelled  ," seize the day."
The crestfallen man towards the door  huffed and puffed his way.

"No, I am not trying to be unkind
But you have left one of your three  chins behind."
 The poet quipped in self congratulatory mirth.
"Anyway,do not mourn its loss , have faith in rebirth." 

An involuntary  hand went to his three  chins.
The drummer and the poet tried to hide their grins.
 "Oh do not worry , I was just pulling a fast one.
 Now scoot away, or do you want me to use my gun?"

With a  hand on his chins, towards the door he again skittered
Ignoring the drummer who behind him tittered. 
Soon he was out of the room, his chins shimmying too much.
Mocked the poet" now go on a starvation diet  and such."

"I hope he does not come back",to the window the drummer raced.
And peered from behind the florid curtains laced.
 Into the dense forest the man  hobbled away
His hand still on his chins, which alas, no longer did sway.

 The drummer turned ,  looking  covetously at the ouija board
"Ouch", he said , his eyes falling on the toad who sat on the board.
The poet retorted ,  "those weird women have left behind a mole!"
Exclaimed  the drummer,"how  droll, how can  a toad be a mole?"

"Oh nincompoop ,it was just a tongue in cheek remark.
Do not waste time, let us now on our journey embark."
"But may I take this board?" , the drummer pleaded .
The poet , slumped on the bed ,alas , his pleas went unheeded.

At the drummer the toad stared with unrelenting eyes
Not budging an inch from the ouija board, huge its size.
"May I spray pepper spray on it, I have it under my shawl?"
"Come on move, the shades of the evening have begun to fall."

At the poet's order a smile crept across the  girl's  lips.
 The drummer sill stood admiring the board, hands on hips  .
The threesome now towards the door headed .
 Reluctant was the  drummer, in his mind, the  board embedded.

The trees looked like tired ghosts about to collapse to the ground.
Unheard went  the music of the cicadas   in the background.
As they lumbered on, a lone glowworm shone with curiosity
And a dog barked in the distance  with canine ferocity.

The girl clutched the poet's arm, eyes rounded in fear stark.
As, from  deep in the forest came the beating of drums, oh hark.
Was a magician about to unleash black magic in the dark?
The  drummer stood erect like a conscientious exclamation mark.