Such Naughty Trickery

three wicked moons ago, we flew to a halloween get-away on the beach island frilled with dangling bouquets.” no costumes , please”, the invitation loudly read.. so off i went, the brood still washing their heads… in simple sundress, my eyes kept singing la-la-la. the hall was empty, freaky lights went off. in a flick, witches were brewing black, fangy cats... a lady gaga spiking screams, then came a judas hanging on a centipede tree, by the false door, tattooed skeletons dancing squeaky reggae. suffocating in a terrorized room, i hollered,” where’s my family!!” what a viciously naughty night! they were all dressed in ghostly ghoul and goblin witchery, tickling my almost bare body just behind me… oh well, it’s october’s time to slay the night and i was the pawn, the surprised victim, crackling with nervous delight ( for paula swanson's halloween of years past)