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Rum N Raisin 10 - Three Months of Crazy

Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped

Folk wearing specs that have eyeballs on springs
Rubber bats hanging on elastic strings
Teeth that are pointed that vampires call fangs
A sycamore tree where a skeleton hangs

Raisin leapt back as a gremlin passed by
His mother ignoring the stake in her eye
Even our kitten was quite unconvinced
When someone approached with a brain that was minced

Green painted people with bolts through their necks
“Give us a treat or you’ll suffer a hex.”
Bedsheets with lights in and black holes for eyes
Sound effects belting out groans, sighs and cries

Raisin considered how humans survived
When all of this subterfuge is so contrived
Only a dog who might fall for it all
Might sit there and wait for his master to call

Pumpkins on doorsteps with faces carved in
A Skeleton’s arm hanging out of a bin
One man is walking though he should be dead
Because of the arrow stuck right through his head

Raisin rushed in through the cat flap and panted
“The humans have all gone bananas,” she ranted.
“The dominant species on Earth - it is said
Is out there pretending that they are all dead.”

Rum said, “Don’t panic, there’s nothing to fear,
Today is precisely two months till new year.
If Ronald Rat hadn’t said what that might mean
I wouldn’t have known that tonight’s Halloween.”

Raisin eyed Rum with suspicion and said,
“This three months of craziness fills me with dread,
For any time now, once again they will try
To send cardboard rockets up into the sky.

They’ll get tiny bombs and they’ll set them alight
And watch them explode in the chill of the night
It all says to me that they’re all round-the-bend.”
Then Rum said, “That’s not where the ‘crazy’ will end,

“For soon they’ll be wearing white beards and red suits
And walking on rooftops in black welly boots
But they won’t use ladders as you might suppose
But chimneys and reindeer and one big red nose.”

The door opened wide and their human stood there
Holding a fake severed head by its hair
And Rum rolled his eyes as he said with a laugh,
“Which is why dogs have owners, but we cats have staff.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Dietrich Avatar
November 8, 2023 at 12:49 PM
Excellent parody, Terry. You sure are good at this kind of thing.
Kavanagh  Avatar
October 31, 2023 at 4:03 AM
You’re (raisin) the stakes here again Terry, with a very apt Halloween spinoff for your beloved kittens, very intelligent creative writing, and has managed to take my mind off the real world, just like the cartoons of old, when I’d come home from school and forget all about the mountains of homework ahead, brilliant cheers David
Kavanagh  Avatar
October 31, 2023 at 2:17 PM
You’re on!
Flood Avatar
October 31, 2023 at 12:22 PM
Thanks, David. If I’ve achieved that with even one of my Kitten tales then that is reward enough. If Harper Collins should come calling though, I’ll deffo recommend you for writing the cover blurb! ;-)
Bowring Avatar
October 31, 2023 at 3:20 AM
Another great write from you Terry. It gives us all such a lovely laugh and I always read them out aloud. I love the picture too as I think it depicts Rum and Raisin so beautifully. I’ve fallen in love with these two adorable little kittens! So love reading about their adventures. They should have their own tv series and books out! I reckon they would get a big following. Thank you so much for sharing. Roll on their next adventure. Happy Halloween! :):)
Flood Avatar
October 31, 2023 at 12:16 PM
Thanks, Christina. I’m really pleased you enjoy these tales (almost wrote ‘tails’) so much. Of course I’d love to see these in print, but I have some idea of the miserable odds of getting beyond the slush pile and, thus far, have not found the imperative to trudge that road. Terry
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October 30, 2023 at 5:02 PM
A fantastic write for Halloween Terry, Raison must have jumped out of her skin and fur to see something so scary and absurd. Loved it! - Belle
Flood Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 5:11 PM
Much appreciated, Belle. I suspect our pets would be embarrassed to be associated with us if they were to scrutinise our weirder traditions. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Allison Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 12:51 PM
Terry this is absolutely priceless humour I hope to see more of rum and raisin's escapades in the future:-) hugs Jan xx
Flood Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 3:34 PM
Thanks, Jan. Patiently held on to this until Halloween was upon us only to find the site had gone down. Got it in just in time. Glad you enjoyed their latest antics. Terry
May Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 5:56 AM
Haha, A fun read through and through, Well done
Flood Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 3:37 PM
Thanks, Joseph. It’s anyone’s guess what goes through our pets minds in the face of human frivolity. Glad you enjoyed my er… interpretation ;-)
Wolf Avatar
October 28, 2023 at 7:15 PM
Priceless, Terry!! You are the King of Holiday Hilarity! Wear the crown well, Gershon
Flood Avatar
October 30, 2023 at 3:56 PM
Hmmm…. On your advice, I wore the crown… but next door’s dog just sat staring at me with his head cocked to one side and a look in his eye that said, “Ye Gods… hoomans!”
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