HALLOWS EVE

 

Happy Hallows Eve Everybody!!!!!!

 How do you like my little pumpkin I craved for the trick or treaters tonight? After the kiddies leave I'll be going to a little Hallows Eve soiree myself to hopefully find a trick. I meant treat, yes that's it a treat!!!!! In the meantime me share a new take on a holiday classic........

 

 

Twas the nightmare before Halloween and all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring not even the clown.
The coffins were placed in the street with care,
In hopes that the Grimmreaper would soon be there.

The children were all snug in their beds,
With the visions of the hunt fresh in their heads.
With I in my corset and Grimm in his cap,
Had just woken up from a long summers nap.

When out on the lawn there was a great splatter,
I leapt from the bed to see what was the matter.
And there before me was the Mad Hatter,
As he came through the window with a great shatter.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen dead
The executioner severing off all their heads.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A great black horse that gave way to great fear.

 

With a tall lanky fellow, so ugly and slick,
He was the twin brother of St. Nick.
He called in a voice so smooth and so sure,
He called all the zombies to see where they were.

Now Tzopar, now Sabra, now Shea and Teddy.
On Ostara, on Chay, on Chiloris and Freddy.
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now slash away! Slash away! Slash away all!

As dry leaves, so crinkly and dry,
They set off like a fire and howled to the sky.
So up to the house-top they slithered and crawled,
The neighbors staring totally appalled.

And then in a heart-beat I heard on the roof,
The screeching and moaning of each one going poof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
St. Nicolas had a great frown.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot.
A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back.
He looked like a solider, just opening his pack.

His eyes how demonic! his dimples don't apply.
His cheeks were like a flower about to die! His nose like a buzzing fly.
His rotten little mouth was drawn up in a snarl,
And his beard of his chin was a black a the barrel.

A stump of his finger held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wraith.
He had a sunken long face with a cavernous belly,
That smelled like a bowl of rotten calves foot jelly.

He was yucky and crudy, a perverted old creep.
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of no sleep.
A fall of his eye and a break of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread.

He spoke every word, but never went to work,
And he pucked in the stockings, then heaved with a jerk.
With laying his finger aside of his nose,
After giving a belch and a fart, up the chimney he rose.

He slinked to his horse and gave his zombies a whistle,
And away they all slunked like the thorns of a thistle.
But I heard him shout out as he rode out of sight,
"Many nightmares to all! And to all a horrible-night!"

 May you all have a Wonderful Hallows Eve tonight!!!!!