Chucky's Hallowe'en

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Hallowe'en poem based loosely on a dream I once had.

Submitted: February 17, 2013

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Submitted: February 17, 2013




T'was dead of night, All Hallow's Eve. I wakened to a sound.
A gnawing noise. I knew at once a rodent was around!
He'd found that cheese Dorito or perhaps an Oreo
that fell behind my nightstand 'bout a week or so ago.

The racket just went on and on! Much more I couldn't take!
T'was ruining my beauty sleep. T'was keeping me awake.
"Surely he'll be done soon." said the voice inside my head,
"The noise will then diminish, when he's finished, when he's fed."

"Okay," I grumbled grouchily, "Consider yourself lucky!"
"I'll spare your furry ass tonight and call you 'Lucky Chucky'."
And so I layed there, very still. I listened and I waited.
'Till Chucky boy had had his fill. At last, the noise abated.

"Scurry home." I mumbled then, "Home to your little missus."
"And thank your lucky stars that you're not sleeping with the fishes!"
But in the end ol' Chucky wasn't lucky after all.
'Cuz all this time my kitty had been lurking in the hall.

The battle was no contest and my kitty was the winner.
It looked as if ol' Chucky's ass was done, just like his dinner.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Chucky, hubby won't be home no more."
"He tangled with my kitty. Now he's mangled on my floor."

As cats will do, when he was through, he left the corpse for me.
'Cuz Chuck was done and no more fun, as far as he could see.
So sleepily I rose and as I stumbled from my bed,
"Just hurry up! I'm tired!" complained the voice inside my head.

I picked up Chucky by the tail a'careful not to drop him.
Until I reached the toilet bowl where into it, I plopped him.
With clumps of hair no longer there and whiskers all askew,
his back was bent and twisted and one ear was missing too.

Ol' Kitty'd roughed him up real good. Of that there's no denyin'
But if I said, "Too bad he's dead." well, then I would be lyin'.
Yet something 'bout him made me wonder, "Is he really dead?"
I swear I saw him move a paw, then move his little head.

Then all at once I gazed amazed as much to my surprise,
a miracle unfolded right before my very eyes!
He gave his tail a little wag and twitched his furry nose!
T'was then he started wiggling all his tiny little toes!

Then Chucky peered straight up at me with sorrow in his eyes.
They seemed to say, "Don't kill me, please! I do not wanna die!"
"One simple act of kindness shouldn't be so hard to do."
"I've got a wife and eighty kids. Oh please! I'm begging you!"

T'was then he started swimming, bravely fighting for his life.
Against all odds, still hoping once again to see his wife.
At last he stopped, exhausted, raised his little eyes to me.
A'floating in my toilet bowl, what would his future be?

"I promise you I'll go straight home." he almost seemed to say,
"Oh, I just wanna go to bed. I've had a lousy day!"
A tiny tear formed in my eye and trickled to my cheek.
Poor Chucky looked so helpless now. So timid and so meek.

I felt a tug inside my heart, compassion in my soul
for this helpless little creature floating in my toilet bowl.
I reached my hand down to him and I touched him oh, so slightly.
And that was when that rotten little bastard tried to bite me!

Appalled, I hauled my hand back! Then the voice of reason said,
"What's wrong with you? Let's get this done! Let's make this rodent dead!"
"You're tired, you're beat. You've had no sleep. You're at your freakin' limit!"
"If it was you instead of him, he'd flush you in a minute!"

"Come on, let's go!" the voice persisted, "Whatcha waiting for?" 
"One ride down the water slide and he'll pester us no more!"
And so I gave a final wave to my furry little friend.
"Ol' Chucky, this just ain't your day and it's all about to end!"

Decision made, I said "So long! "Farewell" to you I bid."
And I swear he flipped the bird at me as I closed the toilet lid!
I pushed down on the lever, heard the water swirl around.
And then the voice inside my head said, "Drown, you little shit! Drown!"

The deed was done so back I went and climbed upon my bed.
The room was quiet as a mouse now the little rat was dead.
No other meece this night, I hoped would dare to make a peep.
So I pulled the covers o'er me and I drifted off to sleep.

But in my dream ol' Chucky had arisen from the dead!
"He's coming back to get you!", warned the voice inside my head.
He somehow raised the toilet seat and slopped down to the floor!
Then slithering, he sloshed his way toward the bathroom door!

He slithered underneath it, then he sloshed into my room!
I heard him slosh and slither as I shivered in the gloom!
My eyes a'wide with terror! T'was a pounding in my head!
And then I saw the mouse from hell, his eyes a'glowing red!

He leapt and pounced upon my bed, then bared his fangs and hissed!
"Just what I need - a zombie mouse, and he seems a little pissed!"
I stared aghast with mouth agape! T'is all agog was I,
as the horrid apparition neared, I feared my fate was nigh!

I tried to move but couldn't! I was frozen in my place!
Then undead little Chucky slithered up upon my face!
I couldn't look away as eyes a'fire burned into mine!
Pure hatred glaring at me sending shivers up my spine!

A'gagging from the stench of rancid cheese upon his breath,
in fright I froze, now nose to nose with my impending death!
I couldn't think! I couldn't breathe! I couldn't say a word!
Then Chuck let rip the most blood-curdling screech I've ever heard!

That did it! I could take no more and lurched awake a'screaming!
T'was only then I realized that I had just been dreaming.
The sweat was dripping from the matted hair upon my head.
A fresh, warm urine sample puddled 'neath me in the bed.

My heart still pounded in my chest! Composure still unbuckling!
Just then I heard, deep in the dark, a tiny, evil chuckling.
Was Mrs. Chucky chuckling or t'was maybe Chucky's ghost?
Which one, I wondered to myself had I pissed off the most?

"Probably it's both of them!" the voice inside suggested,
"Or worse, it's Chuck's whole family! Could be that we're infested!"
The devil vermin chuckled on, t'was getting ever louder.
I meekly called for kitty but my kitty'd took a powder.

Pure panic rose from deep within! I heard them getting near.
Then everything went quiet, so I listened, ear to ear.
T'was then I heard the gnawing noise! I screamed aloud, "OH NO!"
They'd found that damn Dorito .... (or perhaps an Oreo).

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