Mr Pumpkin Head
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And Pumpkin Head said ye be dead, a coffin be your bed
Should you fail to sense my zest for all your juices red
’tis not the night that you should fear, but I when I be near
So keep em peeled if snorts and squeals on this dark night you hear
For I be fair, like maiden’s hair and offer half a chance
I travel not in silence as I scheme my lustful dance
For sounds of bats and hungry rats should cause no midnight chill
Unlike my breath through jaws of death; unlike my howl so shrill
So walk head high and nonchalant as though I might be fooled
Others made that same mistake as for their blood I drooled
Your single hope of longer life if this night you’re the one
Is prick em up for every sound and should you hear me… run
And hold your breath for fear of death with each dark door you pass
My cry is but the voice of hell like razor claws on glass
And should your path and mine not cross and you retire to bed
Be thankful that you were not bled by Mr Pumpkin Head
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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