"Three Halloween Guests" The Halloween bash has begun. Most of the guests have come. There's ghosts and goblins, witches, too. They've gathered around their boiling brew. Somehow, the party seems incomplete, Even though, there's a variety of feet. Then, the door opens and there stands three. Three unknowns, who might they be? The first is dressed in fleece, a sheep. Silenced are all, not even a peep. The second walks in, a pig for sure. Grunts escape, as he leans on the door. The third, the last, wearing a crimson hood, Everyone's eyeing, in the entrance he stood. The party resumes with ghoulish fun. Some tricks are played on more than one. No one's concerned with the three let in, Nor to the fact, they're not even of kin. The striking of twelve has long since passed. The brew is cold, the scene aghast. Where are the guests? No laughing or screaming, 'Cept the three, sleeping and dreaming, With paws on their bellies, they're snoring loud, They've really enjoyed, eating the crowd! Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2007-10-31 All rights reserved.