Two wild active Halloween spirits are spookier than most.
Sally senses them in the attic with her usual ghost.
I saw two of them but kept quiet, for I do not like to boast.
They wander in and out of my annual October wienie roast.
Tell me their names then challenges my weird cousin Kevin.
The ghosts laugh. One tells me “say I am Six and he is Seven.”
Six’s sense of humor makes me happy and I smile and sing.
They are friends of mine. It is all you need to know, ding-a-ling.
Hillary, dillary... you're toast
Your spouse is at a wienie roast --
His frankfurter's burned
He's with an intern --
You look like you just saw a ghost
All For A Klondike Bar!
I would sail the mighty blue sea,
Tame a puffy green dragon to flip like a flea,
With the Queen have tea and crumpets dressed as a drag queen,
Run the Boston Marathon without wearing a thing,
Ride a hundred camels through downtown Miami,
Become the pink bottle Genie,
Drive across the US in mobile hot dog wienie.
Wear an itsy bitsy bikini on TV,
all with the hopes of biting into a cold crisp,
creamy Klondike bar!
Halloween Treat
Hollow
Wienie
(I did not see Footle on the list.)
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