TAP! TAP! TAP!
TAP! TAP! TAP!
The eerie tap, tap, tapping
through the night,
The fog was dense; the mist was thick,
Of no use was
Who walked and tapped his cane that night?
evil lurked within that fog?
Was someone seeking souls to ravish,
pompous men of wealth to rob?
Who was he who roamed those streets?
What kind of
thoughts were in his mind?
Why did the tapping of his cane
Send chills up
and down one's spine?
The air so still and heavy,
One could scarcely
draw a breath,
Fog-like fingers groped and choked,
Provoking fears of pain
Few men ventured out that night,
Only dolts and drunks, it seemed,
Reeled down the streets
Though safe within their houses,
Widows shivered in
Wide-eyed children hugged their dollies,
And pulled the covers
o'er their heads.
A chilling wind arose at Midnight,
and screeched and moaned,
But it did not blow the fog away,
Just swirled it tighter 'round each
Dogs growled and howled and cats meowed,
disturbed were family pets,
Then, one by one, porch lights went on,
entire neighborhood, upset.
Nearer and nearer came the taps,
As the cane
approached each neighbor's door,
Not loud enough to wake the dead
intense to be ignored.
People sat up-right in their beds!
Awake ... alert
What would come next? Scared and
Some knelt and uttered prayers!
Who walked with such a steady beat,
And tapped his
cane that foggy night?
Did he wear a cape and hood,
And hold a weapon out
All evening long the taps went on,
the light of day,
And when the fog at last had gone,
tapping went away.
Then came such a deathly silence,
One could hear a
People held their breaths and listened,
Had the tapping
What a puzzle ... what a problem,
No idea what to
Would the taps begin again,
Or were they now completely
Crisp, clear nights brought no taps at
Only lovely, quiet, restful sleep,
No worries, no anxieties,
Just welcomed peace and sweet
Yet next time when the fog rolled in,
became thick and dense,
The tap, tap, taps commenced again,
folks once more grew tense.
Men do accept some facts of life,
Like things that go bump in the night,
Bumps in the night and taps in the
Must be kin to one another,
Each has a source unknown, of
And both cause brave men to shudder.
So let me give you some advice,
Never seek out that man who taps,
For if you see him in the fog,
You just might find yourself entrapped.
When the fog is done and dawn has come,
And the man who tapped has left your
Think back to when you searched and found
REMEMBER! HE ALSO SPOTTED YOU!
Copyright April 2010
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