Halloween suddenly now approaches.
Let me eat some crawling roaches.
Let me kill some football coaches.
(And let me not forget the cute cheerleader.
To my pit bull I can feed her.)
Boys and girls will knock for candy.
I'll lock them in a cage that's handy,
and feed them, instead, some stew that's sandy,
made with rat tails and chicken legs
and wiggly worms and spider eggs.
I can't help my lustful craving for BLOOD,
which each October through my brain does flood,
like a scarlet explosion from a plump rose bud.
My knives are sharpened, my teeth are grating.
The porch light is on, my freezer's waiting.
I'll only harvest what I can handle,
luring them in using treats and a glowing candle.
They get their treats but then they are MINE!
(October 2012)
Hi, Mr Edwards! t sounds like you have written this one from the perspective of a vampire or some kind of monster...very original. I could actually feel Halloween's true spirit. Awesome writng! Thanks for sharing!
Hi Mr.Edwards! ! This poem cracked me up! Chicken legs! Great poem! Allison
ok Lucienne, i have done your bidding and composed a LONG poem entitled 6 Foot 3. enjoy it you scare freaks. ha ha bri edwards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fortunate for the kids not to have come knocking on your door. As they would end up being the treat. Macabre write that gave a little chill with the thrill.