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The graveyard tenants, who have until
this day, serenely rest upon this sacred
site. On Hallow's Eve they'll resurrect
and celebrate this holiday with
When the night settles and the moon
pulsates with gloom, witches shall fly
up high on Autumn's wind and hackle
as they circle about on their bewitched
But first, they'll have to reconvene and
conjure up their greatest batch, equal to
none. Twelve frogs and bats, ten toads
well crushed; Stir it three times then,
POOF, it's done.
Children stay calm and do not fear nor cry.
You might just miss this ghoulish special
night. And if you listen carefully and watch.
you might just hear a werewolf howl or
Frankenstein just stumping by ......
The mummy's wrappings have come undone.
In compromising places, he's missing great
huge chunks. He'll have to borrow from his
mummy wife, pieces of cloths to cover his
Dracula is always running late. His fifty brides
just know he's out taste-sampling the blood
of virgin maids. If this is true, he will not say.
He hopes they do not notice, anyway.......
When he flies in, there'll be a spat. For centuries
now, they've run the home; That how the castle
chores have always gotten done. "Igor, your
servant, is always gone; right after you, his
master, leave when it turns dark."
Zombies will soon initiate, the hunt and in games
monsters, vampires and ghosts shall participate.
Most dance, some sing and others even cry. Just
like we humans do, they also fight those things
that they don't like.
They'll cheer and also growl, It's all for laughs.....
The best frightacular night, they've had in a long while....
written on: October 26, 2019