Halloween Night...At The Cemetery Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Halloween Night...At The Cemetery
Twas the night of Halloween
For many a thrillful scream
There was this girl and there was this boy
Who were not so very coy
On this evil witchy night...you see
They met at the Hitchcock Cemetery
He dressed like The Grim Reaper
She like the Devil's Screamer
They vandalized the mausoleum
With their morbid horror museum
Their bottle of courage being Kentucky Whiskey
They drank and drank until they got wickedly crazy
Horror stories abound...got lost and then found
Count Dracula sucked their blood 'til they were unsound
The Wolf Man howled at the insane full moon
She kissed him and turned into a loony toon
Her lunacy led to desecrating tombstones
Hell's Bells rang resurrecting skeletal bones
Jack The Ripper raped her and tried to kill the boy
Frankenstein tore The Ripper to shreds like a toy
Dogs from Hades devoured the stone-cold killer
To the music of Michael Jackson's Thriller
Werewolves of London to the sounds of haunting
Now The Walking Dead made this evening daunting
On this gloomy depraved Halloween night
The ghoulish Waling Dead were such a fright
Jason The Psycho terrorized the neighborhood
Freddie on Elm Street was Oh So Not So Good
Twas the black night of Halloween
Boy and girl nowhere to be seen
On Yonge Street a girl is howling at the moon
Kisses a boy and makes him go loony toon
Richard Wlodarski Halloween 2014
Richard, great work. There is something here that reminds me of The Werewolves of London. I can just imagine Wolfman Jack giving your poem an official and solemn reading in honour and celebration of Halloween. Awesome, Richard.
Wow! M.J., I love that song! And all of Warren Zevon's songs. And Wolfman Jack was one of mine all-time favourite disc jockeys. So that's a great honour! Thank you so much for your great response!
As I hail from India, I have not much of an idea about Halloween.But I have read about this festival..Remembering the dead, martyrs and saints is its central purpose.Halloweens are supposed to be fun and may be an act where we people should get rid of their fear of the dead or ghost and visit cemeteries to light candle and remember them.Playing prank on each other, wearing masks like ghosts etc are some fun activities people engage while celebrating Halloween.But if such activities taken too far may turn into something bizarre and really bad, as the poet reveals in this brilliant imaginative write.Let me quote- - He dressed like The Grim Reaper She like the Devil's Screamer They vandalized the mausoleum With their morbid horror museum Their bottle of courage being Kentucky Whiskey They drank and drank until they got wickedly crazy
Bharati, thank you so much for believing it to be a brilliant imaginative write.
Wow.. what a horror bathed poem thrilling the heart of a reader, so exciting..felt like viewing a horror movie alone at midnight in a farm house near a jungle. Thanks Richards for the great imaginative poem. 10++++ for it. Regards. Subhas
What an amazing response, Subhas! You made my day! Thank you so very much!
Just finished reading as if finished a horror movie.. Excellent Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yikes! ! ! ! ! This was frightening- - - reminds me of the terror I felt watching a Dracula movie at a tender age- -never gor over that sick-to-my-tummy feeling! You didn't miss a monster that I know of. Shiver! Well done even though mega frightening!
Sorry, Susan! Hope I didn't shake you up too much. Thanks for reading and commenting.