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Black & Orange Night

Contributed by shinji_kusa on Friday, 8th June 2007 @ 08:00:49 AM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry

“Come here honey,
I’ve got something for you!”
She gave me a flash light,
And a red kazoo.
“Mooooooommmm…” I said,
With a big long sigh,
“My friends are waiting.”
She smiled, simply saying “Then go on outside.”

With a kiss on the cheek,
I walked to the street,
My friends were all waiting,
Dressed like creeps.

There was Mikey who was a vampire,
And Billy was a werewolf,
James was a mummy and then there was me,
Dressed up to beat all of the three!
I was a robot,
With sharp metal teeth,
And lights for eyes (that came from our wreath),
My foil-wrapped body scraped with each move,
Making all the dogs howl,
As we set on our root.

“Ok first we do this side,
And then the other!”
“Right,” Mikey said, “No house uncovered!”

We went down the street filling our bags,
But at the end Billy was sad,
“I can’t make it guys!” He ate too much candy.
“Should’ve saved some for your little brother Andy.”
Shaking my head, I thought of a plan.
“James help him back, we’ll get what we can!”

Taking all the sacks,
Me and Mike ran,
Up the other side of the street,
Getting as much as we can.

By the time we got back,
The bags were full,
All overflowing,
With gummies and drool.

We all ate our share,
And stayed up ‘till morning.

Nothing better than candy,
And my best friends snoring!

Copyright Â© shinji_kusa ... [ 2007-06-08 08:00:49]
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Re: Black & Orange Night (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Thursday, 17th June 2010 @ 02:12:21 PM AEST
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I would say this is the best "CREEDY" poem I've ever read!
I hope this took place before you were grown men. If not, then shame on you!
It was hilarious, and I loved it, I could just see all of you!~~
I hate ZEROS! With a passion, and so I alleviate them in my fashion!
Thank you for sharing Jason
Warm love
consue

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