Elvira Mistress of the Lark

I am dressing as Elvira, the very sexy witch. I will walk with her arrogant, self-confident twitch. I will use a sultry voice, and leave admirers in my path. I will take no prisoners, sashaying a widened swath. I will tell my children if they call me mommy I will deny them. I will be too beautiful and fabulous to pay attention to their grim. Who got the biggest caramel apple. Frankly do I care? I am ready to do Halloween up right. I will start with my black hair. If my grandchildren even whisper the word grandma I will take them down. Grandma is not a word I want to hear when I am wearing my Elvira crown. And if the dog tries to follow me, begging for attention I will say, Not today Sophie Helen. I am sexy and sensual and young –not me today. They will stand back in awe, staring at my beautiful breasts. I will tweak the imagination of men and women and all the rest. I will be sensuous and fabulous, and they will stand back and leer. I will be Elvira, Mistress of the Lark for Halloween this year.