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As the dawn broke,
on the terrible sight,
hardly anything,
had survived the night.
Candles were burned,
down to the core.
Smell of burnt pumpkin,
permeated the air.
Costumes were ripped,
and thrown asunder.
Poor souls that wore them,
still deep under.
Tricks that were played,
from plans well-made.
Would vex the town,
for the next decade.
When the mailman came by,
the dog tried to reply,
but it was still too hoarse,
from all that howling.
Cupboards were bare,
but mom didn't care,
she'd had enough candy,
to lure the darlings.
Speaking of candy,
we all know it's dandy,
but that stupor and after taste,
killed his randy.
And up on the hill,
the scarecrow is nil.
The crows snitched his clothes,
and perch on the sticks, so handy.
Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull
10/31/09
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Love,
Susan
What's life without sexual desire?
We woke up to both our Jeeps toilet papered.
the little pricks! Enjoyed!
Take care,
Sherry
Regis
dog, definitely relate to. Takes our Nicky a week to get over
the hoopla. Everyone's gnoshing on chocolate but him, and he thinks
he should have a costume. Loves the attention so much, he parks by the door, ears at attention, for an hour after the last
treat is doled. Thanks for sharing this winner, my friend. More fun than Halloween!! x0x 'Pea' xOx ... PS: had to put the leftover candy in the freezer. 'Somebody' woulda et too much.;)
of the old trick or treat history...;-)Well done!...luv, et
Only the bad one survive...lol...to write about it the next day..heee-haa!!
Love Tinka