The Curse of The Empty Box of Letters
A sneaky son slips inside
his parents’ empty room.
Peeking into private places
preparing to meet his doom.
The curious kid continues,
as he creeps n crawls to plunder.
Digging through his dad’s dresser,
he discovers a drawer of wonder.
Funny folded currencies
from a foreign land,
Jogs him on a journey
as they jumble in his hand.
Nick knacks, pocketknives,
and fascinations to find.
A tarnished ticking time teller
with gears for him to wind.
Buried beneath beyond the booty
hid a wooden box.
A lid with rusty hinges
lacking latches or even locks.
Enticed with English etchings
engraved upon the lid,
Was a written warning
to protect the box that hid.
“PERSONAL, PRIVATE, PLEASE BEWARE”
upon the box it said.
The boy, without batting an eye,
belittled the caution he read.
He lifts the lid to look a little,
Then wide to see it better.
To the sneaky son’s surprise,
was the curse of eleven letters.
The long-lived letters lie
inside the box to this day.
Spoken specific for any scoundrel
that dare to betray.
To skip the spell and spare the scourge,
Now's your chance to leave.
Or doom the devilish curse below
if you dare to deceive.....
!NOSY BASTARD!!<
D.J.C.
Posted Nov 29, 2022, 6:29 PM UTC · edited