Past Life Poem by Andy Brookes

Halloween does not frighten notthe goblins and ghouls
lost souls wailing banshees nor the headless spectre that walks the bloody tower.


Frankenstein's monster monster is quite the dapper chap
and in between his hollering we like to have a chat.

vampires well we share a pint, me bitter, him a little Sangria
imps and fatal sprites n hold no fear nor throwy poltergeists.

No the thing, apart from the skeletons in my cupboard,
that haunts me most, are the ghosts of my past.