Poetry Pocalypse Man after cave
For a contest that will get posted soon!
Avoid everything is the trend
Don't be curious about what's around the bend
If you do, you'll get a wound that won't mend
Best not even to meet a friend
That kind face, but tough demeanor blend?
We've seen it before, and we'll attend
To what these omens likely portend
But one of these days you'll all descend
Into the annals of ghostdom like we pretend
That's all. This poem is at an end