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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Oct 15, 2021 13:39:58 GMT -5
Spook Show
Acres of night, Dabs of light, A duly crescent moon above, Your date’s uneasy, unintended shove, And a witch who pledges fright.
Past her, past October’s portal, There are axmen and monsters to meet, Surprises and scenes faux-aortal, Things rushing under your feet,
(And — oops — a creature’s hairy glove), A vampire’s sepulchral suite, And the relish of a tricky treat.
So — Are you ready to go in? Of course! with a cheeky grin. For fifteen, twenty minutes — at most a half an hour — You will willingly cower, Fondly leap out of your skin,
And you and your date will scream, Which is something to be thankful for. This month traps the real in the seem, Hides the ghosts behind the gore.
But now is not the season to be dour. No! bite the candied apple, and give the fright the floor, To keep away the haunting from the haunted house’s door.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2021 21:06:38 GMT -5
Nice! I actually wrote a Halloween poem years ago. I’ll see if I can find it…
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