Halloween
~In Halloween’s moonlight as fog lifted,
the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom.
Lilura revealed as the fog drifted,
her broom made eerie sounds of murky vroom.
~The maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
as she screeched, “Aren’t I the most perfect peach?”
Her broom made eerie sounds of murky vroom.
With eerie sounds of speech, the wench did screech.
As she screeched, “Aren’t I the most perfect peach?”
I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!"
With eerie sounds of speech, the wench did screech.
Foul stench of this wicked wench would not cease.
~I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!”
She hissed, she retorted , “I’m a beauty!”
Foul stench of this wicked wench would not cease.
She hissed, and she squawked, the festered snooty
~She hissed, she retorted, "I'm a beauty!"
Lilura revealed as the fog drifted.
She hissed, and she squawked, the festered snooty.
In Halloween’s moonlight, as fog lifted.
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By John Moses Freeman
For and in honor of Russell Sivey
And Contest: Halloween Fun
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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