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.