It will soon be Halloween
A time when Monsters and
Vampires will be seen.
When huge hairy scary spiders
scratch at front doors
And beasts with pointy
teeth and talons on their paws
Whisper through your
letter box
Let me in I’m very nice
I might just lick you once
or twice
And maybe suck a little
blood
That will run from your
neck into the mud
As you are dragged deep
into the wood
By a Zombie in a Big Black
Hood.
Because at Halloween Monsters
like to eat
And they much prefer some
human meat
And all those children
shouting trick or treat
Are all happy until they
meet
A Monster with a terrible
screaming howl
That smells of rotting
rats and things most foul
Which whispers gently I’m very nice?
And if you let me lick you
once or twice
And maybe nibble at your
fresh young brains
You could live with me in the drains
Then next year you’ll
emerge as a terrible rotter
And we will all feast on
the Brains of HARRY POTTER
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Nice!
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem.
I can not wait until it's over,
this terrible month they call October.
'cause the weather is getting wetter
It'll get colder before it gets better.
and it won't be long 'til we see easter eggs up for sale!
hahahahahahahha. HAPPY EASTER!
Happy Easter Mr H. . . . Phew time does fly and thats for sure.
DeleteI Liked Your Ha ha taper. When I go home I will try it out.
ReplyDeleteI hope the taper goes well, it almost did not happen
DeleteI enjoyed this poem very much.
ReplyDeleteThe hahahas were a nice touch.
At Potter's demise I almost cried...
On no I didn't, oops I lied.
Damn! Is it Easter already? That was quick.
Sadly Harry and his mates are all going to meet a terrible end on Halloween. . . . It will be terrible and final but I warned him not to get all smug and show bis about stuff and demand red carpets and laugh at my terrible typing. . . And did he listen NO. . . . . so its not revenge it justice. . .
DeleteOK its revenge.
It would be rude of me
ReplyDeletenot to answer the door
Who could it be?
We are a welcoming type heretofore.
I open the door and let him in
Please take a seat
Can I bring you wine or gin?
But all he asks is for some meat.
A cup of blood or taste of my neck
That seems quite rude
But I say, "What the heck?"
I pull down my collar, my clavicle's nude
He sinks in teeth deep in my neck.
There is a pinch, then it tickles
Beware all, so is born Vampire Pickles!
Vampire Pickles . . . . .NO I can see a jar of Pickles that can't be right, although having said that I also see a commercial opportunity . . . . Now who do I know with a pickling plant (thats plant as in factory not a plant, you should all know that)
DeleteJust to say thanks to all for your words of poetry you are very kind to join in
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