Rotten Hearsay and Dinner

(Based on recent events in the house.)


A should-be perfect dinner, with dishes piled high

And a happy contented family ready to try

Yet things go for worse when it came and visited

Knocked on their door, its eyes glimmering red


An evil entity crashing in at the dead of the fun

Destroyed the clean tables, and went to run

Faces lowered down on crushed spaghetti sticks

A good dinner left untouched, a person sick


Rotten hearsay had passed from ear to ear

Broken lies that will always stay near

More complaints and thoughts for the unwilling

Another injury and blood for the healing


Tempers flared high, and screams explode

The family was in the state to slowly corrode

The good night ruined, the wrong of the right

Another perfect family left to fight


The tables have turned, and the family rotten

The entity already satisfied, and left the trail broken

Another victim struck, with hearsay as the weapon

The demon smiled, and with its tongue of lies, went on.

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