POEM PART 3

The man was bald, fat and old,

He was wearing a tank top, even though it was cold,

‘Why are you up so early this day?’

‘I was kidnapped, take me home, I think it’s that way’

The man slightly hesitated, slightly confused,

Then a smile showed up, he was slightly amused,

‘Sure thing buddy, home you’ll be soon’

The lights lit up the street, helped by the moon

 

Within seconds he was home at last,

He hopped out of the car, ran for the door fast,

And banged on the wood, screaming out hard

But the man pulled out a gun, ‘that’s not very smart’

For soon enough Tim realised he was in dream,

And woke up to his bed, again a quarter past three,

He stayed in bed cautious, and scared,

Suddenly in jumped a great golden hare,

‘I am the magical hare, named Ben’

‘Please god, no, not again!’