The trap door
is about a new girl who moved in next door
Not the nicest girl I have ever met
But her parents liked me
They asked me to babysit
Rather they asked Mom if I could
Mom and dad did not trust her alone
That she was a year younger and cute
That did not fit
But like I say she was trouble
From high school I picked her up after school
She didn't like me and I didn't like her too
The word that rhymes with ramp with a "T"
Mom and Dad were even going to pay me
The problem was it was Halloween night
She had an uncle who liked to frighten
A clown alcoholic with a weird sense of humor
And he had a fake right hand
With it he also had a plan
I walked her up to the front door
It wasn't hard to miss she wanted more
Once inside I heard a screem
I ran inside and up above a hand did lean
Blood was all about the floor
I lead her safely out the front door
It was one of the raft opening to crawl up above
Foolishly with a broom I gave the lid a shove
And a hand fell from up above on the floor
As I dashed outside the winter wind to explore
The girl came laughing with her uncle at my fright
And it was the last I saw her that night
The story is true. The girl and her uncle set the trap for me.
The floor had been covered in catshup. The hand looking
like a dead body up above. Opening the lid dropped the hand.
When Mom and Dad came home dad was livid. In the middle
of the night there was a shotgun blast the uncle running out
the door. They were renters and not long afterward moved out.
A few years later I ran into her and her new husband. He was
17 and she was 15. They had one child and another on the way.