User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-24828288-20151007103432

There was no time for play

There was no time for fun

There was no time for games

There was work to be done

Do you know what a mess is?

Do you really want to know?

Yes, if you do then yes, a mess

Is a backyard full of snow!

We carried on digging

For an hour or two

When we began to get bored

And wanted something else to do.

We carried on digging

Right up to the mat

When who should come in

But the Bat in the Hat!

'Don't let him in,' I said

'You know just what he'll do.

He's a bad one, that Bat.

You know what he did, last time he was here.'

'Play games?' asked the Bat,

'No, no, that's not like me.

I just want to go in, in fact,

For a nice cup of tea.'

He flashed out his coat,

And flew right at us,

He ripped out our throats,

Like an upright fungus.

Then as he strolled off,

Right down the road,

My dying eyes looked at him,

And I cursed him for a toad.