People, you gonna let a feather duster like the Buzzard to be the literary beacon around here? Cos, the invite was to write not to read and keep quite, you bunch of no good illiterate zombies!!!

by EDvard Nosferatu Incubus
Sweden


Pumpkins with toothless dumb smiles
around my somber castle you will no find
but the iridescent white light of many bones
that came by full moon to walk outside
among the Trick or Treat drooling zombies
searching for an unsuspecting man alive!

If you coming from the west, shadows
that are reborn on each an every night,
you don’t need directions to my palace
just follow the odor of decay’s delight
from the flesh of unattractive witches
which weren’t flying by me very high,

and finished their rotten old existence
in a boiling cauldron with their hearts,
as well as thirty frogs, a rattlesnake,
the fingers of the enemies of my bride
and to make the pot a little more spiced
drops of venom from the soul of mine.

The music for the promised ball will be
provided by Canadians string-less guitars
with lyrics from the Zombie Santa Fee
and his cuz Rose screaming twaah! twaah!
while Jasmin will be chirping from above,
hanging from the ceiling like a bat.

Coffins will be provided by reservation
first come, first served said the man,
we don’t pimp witches, bring your own,
that, if you have “it” and if you can hard,
cos, blue pills are only for living suckers
and here’s is “wham bang thanks ma’am!”

Halloween folk! It ain’t for poets ninnies
that cannot one Halloween poem write,
challenges seems to be too heavy for them
or having too little brain or not at all perhaps?
will see what PeeWee and Tiger Lily as to say
as Jersey Devil Ed is being breast feed by Ma.