the fire was just getting started when we phoned it in to the captain’s house
He came running with a badger, a monkey, a chipmunk and a mouse
Can they get it out? Asked the homeowners, anxious indeed about this
Better call in McDuck, said two volunteers – Willie and Wiss
McDuck brought the large fire engine, from Number Nine
He left his feed at the fancy pond restaurant where he dines.
But being the captain, he is used to leaving lots of good feed on a plate.
Weirdly enough, he brought his goody bag, and Dinah, his date.
I longed to hear cute costumed kids
say “Trick or Treat!” that chilly night.
To give each one a goody bag
would make me smile with pure delight.
Because of Covid, few came by.
My little Bandit’s friendly bark
and wagging tail delighted all~~
but then the evening lost its spark.
When all kids left, a red-eyed “ghoul”
appeared. My puppy whined and fled.
I froze. Then on November 1
I woke up screaming in my bed.
My pup—not black, but solid white—
was back. My hair was snow-white too.
When I tell others what transpired,
they think I’m bonkers. Well, don’t YOU?!
October 23, 2022
entered in the 12-16 Lines of Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
Placed 1st
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
'Twas the night of hallows eve
Outside I heard screaming,
Children were trick or treating,
They were happy halloweening.
Came the knock upon my door
Loudly, it rapped twice.
Sweets in hand I opened it,
To be greeted by a scythe.
A grim reaper, I said "I love it
Your costume's such a blast,"
A voice said "fool, I come for you
For tonight you breathe your last."
Laughing I cried " brilliant!
Your voice is scary too,
Hold out your goody bag
For I have treats for you."
He reached out a fleshless hand
I smelt his fetid breath,
This was no trick or treat,
In his eyes, I saw death.
Entry for
Halloween Night Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
21/10/18
Screams in the night give me a chill
I take one step further then stay very still
The moon is bright and the air is crisp
A ghost glides by me, a frothy white wisp
I look all around me to see what is next
My phone in my hand wanting to text
My mom is at home and I’m out with my friend
Making my way to the treats at the end
Without warning out jumps a man with a knife
Stuck to his head as the blood drains his life
My heart is pounding and racing in fear
I’m frozen and not sure of the way that is clear
I turn to my right, ready to run
As a bulging eyed monster says he’s not done
I bolt to my left as fast as I can
Past the graveyard, the skeleton and the boogey man
Finally making my way across the floor
I grab my goody bag and fly out the door
I look at the sky as I shake from the fright
My breath makes little clouds in the night
I turn to my friend as we smile and act tough
Then we open our goodies and laugh it all off
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