The One Hundred Poem Promise

The Digger

You Know Those Really Scary Stories When

You Where Young. I Mean Scary, Stupid.

Well The Digger Is One

Some Said That He Dug Like A Dog—

Four Legs And Such—

Some Said He Only Took To Grave Yards

Things For Bones In His Soup

I Heard This All Over An Ale And

The Moon Was Full That Night,

It Wasn’t Here I Mean Right Here

Not This Graveyard Full Of Bones—

Old And Crusty Used To Wear—

Do I Have To Say It—

The Bones Think Not I

To Have Said It On The Middle Of All

A Riddle

Without Having Said It.

The Digger Is A Scary Story.