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| My late, great black cat, Champ and his Jack-O-Lantern & My Horrid Halloween Poem (a small present to my patient readers) |
T'was the night of the spirits, when all through the streets
Ran pirates and gremlins with bags for their sweets;
The pumpkins were carved into shapes grim with care,
In hopes that some ghosts soon would be there;
The children were trundled all snug in disguise,
While visions of goblins danced in their eyes;
And Mama in her bat wings and Dad in his fangs,
Had just settled down to greet the small gangs.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their seats to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door they flew like a flash,
Tore open the deadbolt and held out their stash.
The moon on the crest of the newly mowed lawn
Gave lustre of midnight to five devil's spawn.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a great ghastly demon that struck them with fear.
With a head of a werewolf and hands fully clawed,
They knew in a moment it had to be Maude.
More stealthy than vampires her steps on they came
And growling and gnashing, she called them by name.
"Now Lester! Now, Edith! Don't be alarmed!
I'm here for the candy and not to do harm!"
To the edge of the porch, and into the light
She held out her claws and grinned at their fright.
As dry leaves that before a wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up t'ward the full moon old Maudy did rise,
With her treats and her goodies,
And still in disguise.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard overhead
The prancing and pawing of eight hooves of dread.
As they locked up their door, and prayed this would end
Down the chimney old Maudy came with a friend.
He was covered in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his face was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of candy he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a zombie ready to snack.
His eyes--how they sizzled! His glare a great menace.
His teeth were like scissors; he needed a dentist.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the treat bowls; then turned with a jerk,
And grasping their arms, he shook them and said,
"Happy H-day to all, a great day of the DEAD!"
