Southtown Creeps

In Southtown where the moon wears a grin,

Lives a bunch of creeps, known for their spin.

They tiptoe in shadows with a sneaky delight,

Whispering secrets under the flickering streetlight.

With googly eyes and wobbly walks,

Southtown creeps, the neighborhood talks.

Wearing mismatched socks and polka-dot capes,

They host costume parties, dressing in drapes.

In the alleys, they play hide-and-seek,

Creeping up on you with a "boo" and a creak.

Their laughter echoes through the peculiar streets,

As they dance to the drum of their own heartbeats.

Beneath the street signs, they hold their meetings,

Discussing the art of quirky and clever greetings.

A Southtown creep's handshake, a twirl and a hop,

Their whimsical antics, making the town pop.

But fear not, dear neighbors, they mean no harm,

Just adding a dash of oddity, a touch of charm.

Southtown creeps, the jesters of the night,

Turning the ordinary into a whimsical delight