Apology Given To Morrie
Ghost stories roamed the woods during Halloween madness.
Goblins and witches were crazy about black cat midnight gladness.
The giant spooky Jack-o-Lantern King was coming into his own,
Skeleton approached a conniving blue eyed-devil who stood all alone.
Where is the Halloween dance? Black cat asked in the King’s head.
Chester is that you? King asked. I thought you were long gone, dead.
Faeries, brownies, elves, imps and dwarfs are supposed to be there.
They all began to laugh at him. He was mixed up from the October air.
That’s summer solstice, you idiot, you moron, you goof pot, you silly.
Within an hour elves, faeries and brownies were dancing the willy.
So the laughter stopped, but did these big oafs apologize to Morrie?.
The rest of October shamed them until they finally said they were sorry.
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