The Rubber Ball

It's just a childs, rubber ball That was carried down the street. Out of that gutter, you hear him call, In a voice so deathly sweet. Come for it, you want it right? Just reach down, and pick it up. But it's dark down there, so dark, There's not a ray of light. I see it now, a painted face, And horrible razor fangs. Whats that ball doing in this place, Why do I see these things? I don't want to float, down in the gloom, Where the rain runs to the sea. Wet slippery walls just like a tomb, That's where a clown will be? Oh lighten up give it a rest Too many horror flicks. It's this old brain just making jests, Scaring up some deep dark tricks. Thanks a lot Stephen King you creep, I can't even walk my dog in peace. In bright day light or while I sleep, I'm always ill at ease. 7/15/2018 Alton Texas