Eye Drops Off Shelf
I looked over to my shelf,
And saw someone’s eye,
I screamed,
And ran,
I accidently,
Ran into a lamp,
The eye dropped off my shelf,
And followed me down the hall,
When I ran down the steps,
The eye still followed,
Until I screamed: ‘why is this happening?’
Then the eye stopped,
It looked up at me,
Then at my mom,
She said,
‘it was the eye of your grandfather,’
I blink, ‘just kidding,’ she said,
It made me fall.