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Hang your ghastly decorations
black lights, demon pumpkins, and witches.
You’re wasting your expectations.
Ghosts don’t exist.
How can they haunt or harm
To be frightened, I resist.
October, Halloween, or
All Hallows Eve.
The dead don’t rise
and bones won’t walk or rattle
for either tricks or treats.
So, play your games.
But I don’t buy it.
Ghosts and ghoulies
are only a figment of your imagination.
The stroke of midnight will show
you’ve wasted your fear
And now November 3rd is here!
Mwahahaha!!!
YES!
7 comments:
How I hope your country's (and the world's) horror show ends on November the third.
This is great! And this will definitely be a different Halloween for those who celebrate it.
That's far scarier!
Hi Renee! It's been awhile. I enjoyed your poem, especially the part about November 3. May your country return to sanity!
Sorry, it really HAS been awhile. I meant "Yolanda". Oops!
And now November 3rd is here!
Mwahahaha!!!
Why didn't I see that coming? Oh please vote that guy out and end the horror show.
Hi Renee - well done on voting. Who knows what's going to happen with the result, or for that matter afterwards ... and we've got our own hassles over here ... ah well - thankfully Halloween won't grab me! Though a house just down the road has fake cobwebs outside, pumpkins, and horror Halloween delights in the window ... Take care - cheers Hilary
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