Halloween
The graveyard gave up all its dead
As dark tales through the small town spread
A pale moon rose overhead
its dim light shone where pumpkins grew
And there it stood, the creature of dread
A broom, with a witch on board
flew behind a horde of bats
as the creature moved into the street
Going out to trick and eat
Some people saw him coming near
And froze in their tracks with fear
But when they saw his evil grin
they turned to run to save their skin
But not all could outrun the dreaded beast
And soon he caught one on which to feast
On Halloween he must be fed
The dreaded beast called Pumpkinhead!
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10/20/16
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016
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