RDP Friday: IMP

In my kitchen

under the floor

down in the basement with the treacherous stairs

A little face always scuttles away when it sees a light.

 

Sometimes it smiles

and sometimes it laughs

sometimes it sings

and gives me a fright

 

My Grandma named it Tippy

her Mother named it Sham

one night my Mother stomped on the floor

and named it’ Give Me Back My Hand’.

 

There is a little imp

that lives all alone downstairs

at least I think it’s alone, I prey it’s alone

It better hope  for it’s sake it is.