Pumpkin Patched To Death. Poem by Michael Gale

A lantern lit night bars all way towards safety and harbor...
Ghost's float round pumpkin patch.

Teenage pranks await escapement fro' policial catch...
The dead ones walking toward's all God fearing people who hate Evil ones that they abhore.

That headless horseman one and all cannot ignore...
An ax to the head may make one way too sore.

Even dead...
As one fleeing ax put to head instead-
Of to proper'red log or tree.