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The following scribble, foolish and lame,
ReplyDeletehardly deserving poem's name,
is just an attempt to make some rhymes
for these delightfully twisted festive times;
hopefully you enjoy and do have fun,
while we wait for the return of sun:
Halloween, oh glorious Halloween,
when whispers are heard and specters seen.
I've spoken with ravens, got a word from crows:
Ghosts and goblins are gathering in shadows;
they come together in the arms of night,
to celebrate the cycle of darkness and light.
Night is filled with quickstep, foxtrot and jive;
music played by band half-alive!
These dancing wraiths and partying ghouls
are my potent and deranged tools
to stir up chaos and bewilderment,
as well as thrilling excitement.
You may wonder who am I,
the dancer under moonlit sky;
am I a phantom, or perhaps an elf?
Well, allow me to introduce myself:
I'm the pumpkin headed trickster king;
see me dance, hear me sing.
Preacher - Well done! You are very creative.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would ever put my peen in a pumpkin... though it seems to be a thing people are doing... not my thing. Food is food.. not a peen target.
ReplyDeleteuptonking - You mean to tell me that you've never, ever tried creamy peanut butter?!
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir.
ReplyDeleteHalloween is nearing!
ReplyDeletenice poem