Boo!
Cautiously my three walked to the porch.
Two doors to choose from, spiders all around.
Spooky and eerie lit by an old dungeon torch.
Skeletons were hanging, eyeballs looking down.
Huddled together, six eyes on old “Frank”
Frightened to death worse than walking a plank.
They bravely approached; Frankenstein encroached.
The oldest reached up to give the doorbell a ring.
In the next moment came the blood-curdling scream!
Frank on the bench moved his arm in the air.
The children weren’t sure that they wanted to be there.
Just as he did it, s-q-u-e-a-k opened the door.
The laughter inside still, in my heart does soar.
A fine man came out with his camera in hand.
Beside him his wife did assuringly stand.
Laughter broke out when my children saw whom
Had given them fright on that Halloween night.
My dear friends had planned it for families and friends.
Year’s worth of his photos to memories, he sends.
Boo!
© November 5, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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