Another moment of rhyming madness from Hope Huggs (oops my crazy is showing)...
Bathroom Blunder
She got such a fright
Worried her friend was in a fight
Red splatters on the white
Bath, floor, quite a disturbing sight
Rusty stains on the bathroom towels
She listens intently for howls
But just silence reigns
Her colour drains
Splatters, of red
Assumption dead
Bathroom a state
What was her fate?
What would forensics say?
Which way did the blood spray
Did she struggle or get away?
Is she tied up, someone’s prey?
Worries churn as her face pales
As she concocts deadly tales
Of destruction and woe
The overactive mind show
She hears the door open with a creak
She is too scared to even speak
Have they come back for her too?
Would one person just not do?
She backs into the bathroom door
Is this what happened before?
Reminded by the splatters on the floor
Her heart is in her mouth for sure
But wait, she recognises that tune
The wobbly version of Blue Moon
She peeks out of the bathroom
It becomes obvious its not a tomb…
There is her friend with bleach in her hand
With red hair just as she had planned
Now she sees the hair dye box in the bin
Somewhat relieved at the fool she had been.
It is not blood but dye
She lets out a sigh
She gives her friend a hug
Glad she is safe and snug
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