I hide behind the sofa quivering in fear
Now the witching hour
is near
The curtains are drawn
tight
And I’ve turned off
the lights
The TV volume is way
down low
I sit and cower in its
feeble glow
Then comes the knock
upon the door
And I curl up
quivering on the floor
My heart is pounding
my breath is shallow
My mouth is dry it’s
hard to swallow
On all hallows eve I
live in mortal dread
But not of monsters or
the un-dead
The fear that turns my
heart to stone
Is Trick or Treaters
knowing I’m home
The three-foot ghosts and ghouls
Roam the neighbourhood streets
Demanding candy with menaces
When tricks arise after no treats
Dark monsters from the pits of hell
Ghosts and ghouls from
where they dwell
Witch or warlock cast
a withering spell
All answering the ring
of the Halloween bell
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Reading a copy of “Jugs”
Not a classy read
He did willingly
concede
But it gave him a
couple of tugs
Are you wearing scrubs?
It’s not a sexy look
It’s something and
nothing
In my book
Even though you’re
fit.
I don’t care if you’re
Naked underneath
I don’t care if you’re
Extremely slutty
You have scrubs on.
I like the nurse’s
uniform
Of Pristine cotton
And starched white
apron
A silly hat
And Black stockings
Scrubs leave me flat
But the uniform
Is a different issue
That gets me going…
oops
Have you got a tissue?
The Welsh enchantress,
Goddess Ceridwen
Celtic goddess of
rebirth
And transformation
Keeper of the cauldron
Of poetic inspiration
Mother and daughter
Heroine of the wiccan
The invitation went out
To the twitter
followers
About Halloween night
And the trick or
treaters
It’s much safer than
being
Out on the streets
And it’s better for
you
To do twick or tweets
