The Slasher Poem by norman hale

Here he comes at you
With knife in each hand
You had better run now
Before you're beneath the sand

For he will get you
And put you in a choke hold
Then slice you with his knives
Because his blood is so cold

For he is the slasher
Who just loves to kill
With his fourteen inch blades
Made of hardened steel

Come Halloween night
He may be behind any ol bush
Waiting to get a hold of you
Just so he can get a rush

So beware of his presence
And listen for any noise
For he just loves to kill
No matter girls or boys

wrote 10/6/2007 by Norman Hale JR