Halloween
Halloween: when ghosts appear.
Is that a spirit hanging near?
Are those dragging chains I hear?
And my childhood's greatest fear:
a skeleton's skull, but from the rear
I know it will turn and have a sneer.
A witch flies in without her gear;
her ugly, green face so austere.
Her pot's aboil with fresh mouse ear.
Her broom is ready for her to steer.
I'd like to stay, but isn't it clear:
I'd rather be anyplace but here!
October 25, 2021
Halloween Monorhyme Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2021
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