The Box in the Closet

Halt! Do not attempt to open
The box that lies within,
These closet doors are tightly shut
To shield your eyes from sin.

Alas, you shun this warning
And the doors apart you prise,
With thrill you stand there motionless,
Transfixed with eager eyes.

Upon the topmost dusty shelf
Lies hid the jewel so sought,
A humble, string-tied cardboard box,
Indeed, who would have thought?

With delicate poise you reach up high
Whilst teetering from a chair,
And lower the box from its hiding place
With respect and utmost care.

A panicked scan of your parents' room
Ensures the coast is clear,
Allowing you to free the knot
That harbours all your fear.

With trembling hands and a nervous grin
Your heart skips a beat or two,
As you expose the contents of the box,
Of which rumours you'd hoped were true.

Peeling back the concealing layer
Of moth-chewed shirts and jeans,
You beam and proudly hold aloft
A host of girly magazines.

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Fabulous poems everyone, especially BJ for 'The Old Chevy'; nicely worded.

Just a friendly reminder to everyone to adhere to the challenge rules of beginning your poem with a word which rhymes with the last word of the previous poem (or the exact word); it's all part of the 'challenge' (no cheating!).

Title: Bump in the Night

Drekinn
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"Let words be your palette."