Halloween 1982
It was Halloween night, I was making my way home
I took a shortcut through the woods and ran into a gnome
He took my bicycle and all of my candy as well
I ran for my life, when he suddenly tripped and fell
I followed a path that lead me straight back to town
Everybody was now gone, except for one crazy clown
It was cold and damp and the street lights began to flicker
As I hid from the clown, I could hear him softly snicker
I peeked around the corner, much to my surprise
His teeth were dripping with blood, that seemed to run down from his eyes
He had sharp claws for hands and his hair was bright red
I knew if he found me, I would surely be dead
Off like a shot, I ran straight for home
To this very day, I’m scared to death of clowns and I still hate that gnome
October 13, 2020
Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
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