Poem 122 - WHO IS IT?

One night in the dark, woken up by a voice

It was not sweet, sounded more like a boy's

"Get up" it commanded, through the night air

I did not stand up - but stood up my neck hair

A hand touched my wrist, trying to pull me off the bed

It was too dark, I couldn't recognize his head

He told me "Come with me, or you are gone"

I had to stand up, the lights switched on

I looked at his head, a masked head, looked funny

Wait a minute! He looked like an Egyptian mummy

He pulled me down the stairs, not letting me free

But now I didn't understand, was it a he or a she?

Suddenly he/she pulled of the paper on his/her head

But guess who? From America it was My Uncle Ned

Ah! How we both laughed, why did he have represent someone

Did he do it, just to have some fun?

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/