(Woops. I either forgot to schedule this post, or Blogger just outright ignored my request to publish it. I'm guessing it was human error on this very human's end. Either way, here's our post, late but here nonetheless.)
Hello and happy Thursday, friends! We're ready to rhyme, thanks to Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.
When Ginger moved to town,
She wasn't sure whether to smile or frown.
After all, the place was nothing if not eccentric.
It was called Terror Town and had a rather strange aesthetic.
On her first day in in that strange place,
Ginger talked to a woman with a green and warty face.
Is she a witch? Is this for real? Ginger asked quietly inside her own head.
"Nice to meet you," to the woman Ginger oh so politely said.
The green woman who may have been a witch was her new neighbor.
At least she had seemed nice and not all that wicked to Ginger.
When Ginger walked downtown that evening in search of the store,
She met some more interesting town folk, and then plenty more.
A ghost floated down the street whistling a tune,
While a werewolf sat on a park bench howling at the newly risen moon.
The owner of the shop she finally found was none other than a mummy,
And was that worker stocking the shelves the actual Easter Bunny?
Ginger knew that she herself was perhaps not all that normal,
But she also certainly wasn't, well, you know, paranormal.
Maybe her ears were a little pointy and her hair bright red and striped,
But she certainly wasn't—what was that over there?—a sprite?
You're probably wondering what brought Ginger to this Terror Town,
And the reason made her really quite proud.
You see, Ginger had gotten a job there as a teacher.
Except, she hadn't known her students would be, well, creatures.
Taking in all the new and freaky sights and sounds,
Ginger started to feel a tad bit overwhelmed by Terror Town.
There was only thing Ginger wanted in that strange and confusing time.
There was only thing that could make her feel better and happy and fine,
And that was something sweet and chocolate and divine.
Still new and honestly lost in this strange place,
Ginger turned to the nearest face.
It happened to be that of a troll.
Sighing, she asked, "Where's the nearest bakery, do you know?"
The troll went on and on about the best bakeries in town.
The fact that there were so many certainly did not make Ginger frown.
Nonetheless, she was looking for a quick and easy solution,
And she headed toward the nearest one the troll mentioned in all of the confusion.
The bakery Ginger chose was, mercifully, just around the corner.
Even so, she all but cringed at the sign in front of her.
Creepy Cupcakes is what that bakery's weird little sign said.
She hadn't asked the bakery's name, Ginger realized with a shake of her head.
No matter, Ginger thought to herself.
I'll take any baked good this place has on its shelves.
Well, she thought that before she got inside,
Before all the sights in the bakery met her eyes.
Looking up and down the counter that held the cupcakes,
Ginger sighed and thought, Seriously, what is up with this place?
One of the cupcakes had an actual face,
And that face was complete with beady eyes and fangs.
Ginger thought she herself might be eaten by that very cupcake.
Another cupcake boasted an entire graveyard on top.
Out of its frosting for grass tombstones did pop.
And then there was the witchy cupcake beside that,
It's icing carved into a pointy little hat.
When someone appeared on the other side of the counter,
Covered in flour and cocoa and baking powder,
Ginger said, "Do you have even just one plain cupcake?
One without anything creepy like a face or fangs?"
The person she asked was something along the lines of a vampire.
That realization didn't really make Ginger feel all that inspired.
Even so, the vampire smiled a fanged smile and did say,
"One non-terrifying cupcake coming your way."
And, indeed, in front of Ginger was soon a plain and simple chocolate cupcake,
Which was the most normal sight Ginger had seen all day.
Even better, the cupcake was really quite delicious,
Enough so that, suddenly, Terror Town seemed far less malicious.