by Shawn McDaniel II
I met a demon in a pink paisley suit.
He sat on a rock and played a flute, Doot Doot
I looked at him and said just my luck.
He looked at me and said duck.
Something flew over my head with a giggle.
Then landed in my arms with a wiggle.
It was a demon child with corks on her horns.
So she’d quit getting stuck in trees he retorns.
Why am I here I asked confused.
Because I need a babysitter, he said, amused
He disappeared as I stuttered but but but
I looked at the demon in my arms. Now what?
Author: Shawn McDaniel II