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'head' of the Household

Mother carved a pumpkin head

Boy, how it filled me with dread.

Laughing, "it looks so real I said,

It could be taken from the dead."

I thought she'd smile, but instead

I saw her flush, her face went red.

I asked "where is father, still in bed ?"

It was then that mother fled.







Entry for BOO - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Alexis Y.
9/10/2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Roper Avatar
February 10, 2018 at 2:55 PM
Congratulations on your win, Gary, the picture looks so real and great story! Hugs Eve ~`*
Smith Avatar
February 10, 2018 at 3:33 PM
Thank you Eve :)
Gauthier Avatar
February 5, 2018 at 7:56 PM
LOL - awesome poem, Gary - perfect delivery... Congrats on your fabulous win.
Smith Avatar
February 6, 2018 at 5:43 AM
Thank you Line :)
Y. Avatar
February 5, 2018 at 6:21 PM
Hi Gary, I found this write creepy and scary. Thanks for participating in my contest. Congratulations on your 1st place win in my contest:-) Alexis
Smith Avatar
February 6, 2018 at 5:43 AM
Thank you Alexis, it was great fun :)
Rodrigues Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 10:52 AM
Oh, noooooo! Great write! And the pic is scary! LOL
Smith Avatar
October 10, 2017 at 10:58 AM
Thank you Kim :)
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