It came to my house one fateful day,
Whispering through the letter box
In shapeless form it slipped inside
Through the keyhole to out fox.
The imp, its body a clear gas
Malcontent brewing deep within
Started to shadow me from room to room,
With mischief in its grin.
“My key, my keys! They’ve disappeared”
The imp pocketing them with glee,
Watching me whirling dervish like
Surely satisfied silently.
“where the hell is my right boot?”
Yelling impotently at the ceiling,
The imp chuckling swallowing it whole,
Its humour now revealing,
A little scaly chuckling thing
Now visible on the chair
98i98i98iI pretend to wander to the kitchen,
But grasp it by the hair.
“Give me back my boot and keys,
I’m not one to be a pretender,
If not, you’ll find me humourless.
And I’ll stick you in the blender”
The imp it gulped, vommed out my boot,
Keys jingled out to the floor,
It went a funny shade of green,
And bolted to the door.
It turned and blew a raspberry,
Whilst leaving a cackle in its wake.
Leapt through the letter box
It screamed “I made a mistake!”