Halloween 2020
‘Twas dark in the lane and into the drain
Glistening rivulets, crimson again
Feeble the lamplight as light the rain spits
Revealing the gore of a human in bits
Rising, the bile of a nightmarish shock
Spatter the ground as from the next block
A sound from the door of the eight till late shop
A howl and a screech and a chop, chop, CHOP!
Leaden the legs that refuse to advance
As ghostly the figures that from the shop dance
Gaining in substance and portending grief
Evil the grin that exposes the teeth
A ghoul and a demon, each wielding a chopper
Has to be said that each looks a copper
He paid with his blood for his evil resistance...
No mask and no hand gel and no Social distance
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