The Gnomes Of Time Waste No Time At All. Poem by Michael Gale

Gnomes sit a'rest under umbrellic toadstools protected from the severe downpouring rain...
The magical forest is obtrusive with it's impending doom and gloomy pain.

Shhhh! Watch out for the boney hands that reach out from b'neath th' graveley dug..
Watch out! Or they'll get you and tightly to you hug.

B'ginn'st the nightly brave...
Children accompanied by friends and parents, that be yet too young to benignley shave.

Ogres and witches and bats and monsters...
Mermaids and Frankensteines filled with blood torn stitches.

Full bloomed moon, ablazened with mistyfied haze...
Nightime minus th' mannish days.

Halloween's altered fear...
Only, once to you-does it appear each year.

Ghost's try to frighten off Spiderman...
'Boo! 'says he.
Spidey replies, ' Not very funny'.

The scariest holiday, intended to get all of your money...
It starts at night, not a day that is all sunny.