Little Monsters Poem (Halloween2015)

Little Monsters


When the leaves change from green to brown,
And the wind blows them to the ground,
And the moon lights up the star filled skies,
That is when, the dead will rise.

When the black crows sing, their creepy death song,
And the bats fly on, even though the nights gone,
And the frost is present at first light,
That's when you should fear the night.

When the sunlight starts to fade away,
And the night becomes longer, then the day,
When the jackals howl at the moon,
This means the dead will walk again soon.

If you want to survive through the night,
Dress yourself up, like one of them might.
Open the door, when they knock thrice,
And fill their bags with something nice.

This will cause them to rest in peace,
Until next year, when they must feast,
But at least for now, they will be gone,
You'll have saved yourself, and your lawn.




Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: blend57

It reads really well and captures the dark side of trick or treat.

a reply to: blend57



Lawn's particularly, lol! Very clever, very creepy. It made me smile at the end, a nice surprise.
S&F & acouple of

B x

Really good! I too, had a little smirk at the end. Love everything Halloween

Thumbs up for your avatar too we nearly matched accidently.

a reply to: blend57

I like your poem - word and verse
the trick, not treaters - make me curse
with shaving cream - or even worse
across my lawn - they dare disperse
their message clear - albeit terse
skilled vandals all - they must rehearse
and to that end - I am adverse
I bade the tricksters - to disperse

and they TP'd my bushes instead.

S&F from me. :-)

a reply to: blend57

Ooh, now that is the kind of stories I was looking forward to! Nicely done indeed!

Well thought!

A star and flag for you mate - I hope you mind not a little treat from me!