OH HARK 39

There was  someone peeping through the window
Said the drummer,"It must be the recluse, let us go." 
Suddenly the poet grimaced in pain and terror stark.
His ears pricked up , he whirled around , oh hark.


He could hear some rumbling and neighing again
A thousand  thoughts  collided  against his brain.
Poetry came cascading out  in a welter of words
In the trees ,their wings fluttered the frantic birds.

Was it the  highwayman  madly riding in the night 
One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a  prize tonight
I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light
These words fell into his ears, and he jumped in utter fright.  

His  heart galloped with the intensity of the galloping steed
Ah, for some comforting touch, the poet felt an acute  need. 
Had the  highwayman, once again ,  risen from the grave? 
Alas ,from the knitter he did not know how his skin to save.

There were two clashing chords from the jungle guitar.
It appeared that the thrumming guitarist was   not very far.
Suddenly,the clouds started roaring with a fiery  ferocity
This was indeed a weird orchestra of a vehement velocity.




Suddenly  a cold hand the poet felt on his shoulder
He jumped in fright and tumbled against a boulder.
The wax model stood before him  fingering his wattle
"I will tell you something if you give me a liquor bottle.

I got this book from that weirdo", said the wax model. 
While hidden in the foliage, a lone pigeon did yodel.
Had he escaped from Madame Tussaud's museum? 
Ah things were eerie and life indeed   a conundrum.


With a gasp of horror he saw a corpse from a tree hanging
He stifled a scream, and heard the leaves head banging . 
They banged and banged, the wind an eerie tune whistled
Suddenly the corpse fell from the tree, and he  bristled .

"Did I give you a fright, I was only doing pull ups."
 Said the man smiling , but seized by a series of hiccups.
 "You looked like a dead body hanging from the tree."
Said the relieved poet, with a look of absolute glee.

Then slowly towards the poet he walked with evil intent
The smile had vanished , and he looked very malevolent.
No effort did he make to control his spasmodic  hiccups.
Stood reeling before him , in his hands two huge cups.


An  owl hooted and  he jumped up in absolute fright
"Why are you loitering around at this time of the night?"
From his mouth   he wiped the  dripping blood
Leered  and growled ," I want more blood, you dud".

Heart palpitating, the drummer put an  eye to the magic eye
Peeped for a minute and  withdrew with a strangled cry.
"Why are you standing there and gaping like a moron
At the poet he yelled, " are you  some baron or jungle don?"

There was something  rectangular  attached to the door handle
Cried the drummer,"there is a  piece of   plastic, and a candle".
Sneered  the poet , "you nincompoop, it must be a sensor.
Alas ,times are bad,  I never had a friend who was denser. "

There was some movement in an overflowing dustbin.
A head peeped out of the bin , on its  face a hideous grin.
It stuck out its tongue at the javelin man, and cackled .
The javelin man suddenly found himself utterly shackled. 

"I am in the doldrums  and you call me a nincompoop
Go  write your stupid poetry, or twirl  the hula hoop."
The drummer was frothing at the mouth with insensate rage
His dig at his poetry made the  poet burst out in outrage.

"I do not  appreciate being yelled at",the hurt  poet said
And stop making fun of my verses you fool,or drop dead ."
The door  opened loudly, a man stood framed in the door.
Had the strange  man  sprung from some ancient  folk lore?

Said the man ,"you stupid folks , can anyone be denser
That thing  is only a note for my milkman, not a sensor."
The drummer and the poet looked at each other perplexed. 
While  the  stubbled  man looked at them absolutely vexed .