HALLOWEEN
Contributed by
Vanny
on
Wednesday, 29th October 2003 @ 08:00:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
|
Bats, Cats, and Masks.
You run, you shriek, you hide.
Costumes, Foul Fumes, the Witches nasty perfume.
You run, you shriek you hide.
She comes, she hunts, she finds.
You run, you shriek, you hind.
The little children left behind.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
She fly’s on her wooden broom.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
She chases them into their room.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
The children shake with fear.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
They know that she is near.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
They hope that she will disappear.
They run, they shriek, the hide.
They hide under their bed.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
She grabs them by the head.
They run, they shriek, they hide.
Now the children are all dead.
They don’t run, they don’t shriek, they don’t hide.
By: Justin Van Patten
Copyright ©
Vanny
... [
2003-10-29 20:00:33]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
