My Poetry Soup Peeps
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Here sitting are my Poetry Soup Peeps,
Comfortably calm within their abode…
Don’t stare too long for they’ll give you the creeps,
Plus one of them may pass gas and explode…
There’s Uncle Herman, the head of the clan,
With Lily his wife the veiled Vampire Queen…
Hanging around is Grandpa the Bat-Man,
With all teeth Eddie, their son the wolf teen…
Poor Marilyn prettiest of the bunch,
Never kept a boy even with her looks…
Her family would invite them for lunch,
For they all ran amok even the crooks…
Thirteen thirteen Mockingbird Lane, they dwell,
My Poetry Soup Peeps, Munster’s from hell.
...if anyone disagrees with this facsimile debauchery, please soup mail me and I shall remove you from the premises...
...the names have been dropped to protect my innocence...
...come on peeps, all in good clean haunting fun...
...there's more to come, I'm afraid...
...stay tuned to the same 'Bat' channel...
...(((((HAPPY HALLOWEEN)))))...
Fourteen lines
10 Syllables per line
Oct.25.2019
New Fall Sonnets
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I hope Emile understands...I mean Halloween is in the fall, right.
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2019
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