"It's my birthday, but someone needs me,
So I must try. I'll just drop by..."
The poor girl was possessed, you see.
Evil shone out of the child's eyes.
Di said, "Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my!"
"GET OUT! SHE"S MINE!" the creature cried.
"Now, just a minute here. I'm Blueberry Pie Di!"
On all her Prayer Warriors she called,
"Pray," she said, "We must save that child's soul!"
The poor child writhed, spat and brawled!
"Pray, pray! We must get her back to the fold!"
They prayed - oh how that creature raged!
It was nasty, strong and vast!
But Di and her warriors were unfazed.
"Leave her," cried Di. "Or I'll kick you right into the past!"
The child seemed free of evil at last.
A red haze rose and drifted away. The girl sighed.
The poor child still looked rather aghast.
"Come, child, have some birthday cake. Just call me Aunty Di."
Published by Mary Naylor confirmed
I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t... View profile
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2 Comments
Post a Comment:)~ nicely done!
This is cute. Great job!