Monkey Nuts
He'd chosen
the mask himself
cried for it for
Halloween
but now
coming the witching hour
(& the eagerly awaited trick or treating)
he refuses
to wear it
explains
(in all seriousness)
"When I puts it on
I scares myself! "
All night
Death on the door knocks
but we don't answer
it
we hide inside
& eat loads & loads of
monkey nuts.
'When I puts it on I scares myself' - wonderful stuff, Donall, and written in your inimitable way. I could visualise you reading it aloud. Love, Fran xxx PS The infamous 'Oner' is on the prowl tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see the 'oner' got ya...the little pr**K...which is probably the size of his d...! I can't see the point of doing this! I've given you a 10 and it only pushes it up to a 5! that's not fair 'cos the poem deserves more than that. It's a delightful little peice and made me laugh...an Halloween peice that yet isn't an Halloween peice. I just love that 'when I puts it on I scares myself.! ' Now that's funny! And as for the oner I'll give him a kick in the monkey nuts with a stiletto. I can't even understand people grading a poem to a 5 or an 8! Ya don't like it or it don't grab ya...then leave it alone. If ya like it then ten it! Simple! love Dee Dee