At LaBelle’s Halloween Party
Vapires, ghouls and bones
Seductive rattling moans
Witches flying
Innocents screaming and crying
Fearing they won’t see the light of day
Running around trying to get away
Spells, vapors and newts
Panicked beyond ones wits
Blood slimes the walls
Death shrieks through the halls
Bodies removed from their heads
Only left alive are the walking undead
I’m just a fly on the ceiling
Laughing as lives cease being
SPLAT! That skinny witch on her broom
Knocked me out of the room
I’ll have to find another disguise
Something sturdier would be wise
And get back to the Halloween party
At LaBelle’s house of the naughty
Sheila
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
Edwin
those fly swatters;-) Great fun read Liz!
Love,
ET
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D