A Visit To The Beauty Pallor Poem by John F. McCullagh

Most days of the year a visit here
would involve a rinse blow and trim,
but on Halloween it's a whole different scene
As the Queens of the night wander in.
Our regular staff has this day off-
It helps keep their heads in the zone.
To help "Jason" and "Freddie" get themselves ready
We've beauticians from good funeral homes,
If you wish to appear as a zombie or Ghoul
These girls will help get your "Freak "on
By the time you stagger up out of your chair
You'll look like you're long dead and gone.
With a wicked gleam they will paint your bod green-
You may fear it won't ever come off.
Some bolts on your neck and, oh what the heck,
You can tell folks you're Boris Karloff.
If a ghost is your quest you will be most impressed
You will look just like Lizzie the Queen
It's quite the parade as they head out our door
To march in the West village scene.
"You look Boo-tiful dears", I say to all here
As we all celebrate Halloween.