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Averie's Glee

Curiously, peculiarly, one night as I drifted to sleep
 
Faintly, perceptibly, I recognized movement outside
    Gradually, inexorably, saw there was no place to hide
 
Doggedly, resolvedly, I struggled my best not to flinch
    Steadily, relentlessly, as the front door opened an inch
Probably, decidedly, suppose you could call this a pinch
 
Softly, cautiously, I heard something crawl in the room
    Abruptly, startlingly, there befell a rambunctious boom
Tauntingly, mockingly, it must have knocked over a broom
    Puzzlingly, inexplicably, its nature I dared not assume
 
Stonily, numbingly, I lay stricken in a cold dread
    Menacingly, tormentingly, as it clambered up on the bed
Spookily, hauntingly, ruffling the sheets in its stead
    Audibly, calamitously, the alarm bells rang in my head
Surely, unreservedly, were I sane by now I'd have fled
 
Now forced to act, to confront this terror,
    I flicked on the lights, disclosing my error
And I laughed aloud, for now I could see,
    My little niece Averie, smiling with glee

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