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Halloween Show 2
Contributed by
Gimpie
on
Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 06:35:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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For those of you
who choose to go
the haunted house
is quite a show.
Cobwebs streaming,
pillars high,
bats fly constantly
watch the sky.
Now take a breath
and walk on through
freaky fun
just waits for you.
The creaky stairwell
circles round,
hold your tounge
don't make a sound.
The howl you heard
will soon be here
blood thirsty warewolves
coming near.
So to your left
go through the door,
we lost someone...that ups my score.
SHHHHH........
I'm sure he's fine
don't cry my dear
the creatures here
can smell all fear.
SIR!!
DON'T TOUCH THE CAGE
YOU'LL LET IT OUT!
please dear girl
try not to shout.
Keep moving
strobelights all in fun
I promise you
we're almost done.
Don't mind the blood
I'm sure it's fake
MMMMMMM
Smell the bodies bake.
OOPS
HAHAHAHA
It's just a joke.
There, see the stars
we made it through
step lively now
there's more to do.
Copyright ©
Gimpie
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2004-10-25 18:35:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Halloween Show 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_K on
Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 10:52:50 PM AEST (User
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Lmao!! Loved this..thanks for sharing.....
"Smell the bodies bake.
OOPS
HAHAHAHA""
lol
Jenni
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Re: Halloween Show 2
(User Rating: 1 ) by goater on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 03:32:26 PM AEST (User
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Sounds like an ebulliant yet rather morbid account of the alter-ego images in the imagination of someone who escapes the effects of concurrent stress. The ancient Greeks used art, mainly theatrical, to satisfy emotional needs and thus maintaining the beginnings of democracy amid a warlike society.
This poem appears, in my view , to be a classic example of emotional discharge expressed through contrapunctal paradox and metaphors, from a well intentioned person, despite it's dark, gloomy yet almost child-like pathos. |
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