This is a poem I wrote about a strange item in a cupboard. At the moment it ends on a cliffhanger, but I might add more.
Hope you enjoy it!


2. Later

Three months later,

And nothing has changed.

His spooky smile

Is still etched in my brain.

I haven't seen him at all since then

Neither have any of my friends.

I don't understand

I don't know why.

The confusion's enough 

To make anyone cry.

What did he want with that strange- shaped thing?

Why was it bleeping and rattling?

What was so special about that gadget

That made him so sure he had to have it?

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