Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2019 17:20:27 GMT -6
It was the night before Halloween
and all through the haunted house,
our guests had gathered to share
in the coming festivities;
the monsters were snoring;
one scratching at a louse...
And I standing at the window
in hopes of catching her Highness
the Queen of Halloween
if the truth be told
The wicked witch of the West!
Taking her straw powered ride
across the star shot
and scattered indigo skies
Eyes glued to the platinum plate
of the moon's brilliant countenance
Wishing to see the silhouette
of the greatest witch in history
that ever rode a broomstick!
When what should assail
my ears but the horrific wail
not of a wasabe worse a banshee!
"I've fallen and I can't get up!"
My translucent sister screamed
from the landing of the stairs
I ran from my scenic reverie
seemingly to offer my assistance to her
Posthaste, I did. I swear
But the Wolfman had beaten me there
fair and square. He looked an awful lot
like Lon Chaney as he bent and offered
the resident slip disc-ed banshee
his overly hirsute paw...
Which caused me to guffaw...
As her delicate long fingers
slipped white white whitely
right through his claws
Transmorgriphically!
And she lay in a giggling puddle
of fogginess at the would be hero's
hair clad toes there in the floor
of the landing upon the crooked stairs
I'm telling you, she chortled
She giggled, she rolled...
"Gotcha...I gotcha..."
She spluttered
between spontaneous
chuckles and grins.
I just winked at the Wolfman
our guest for the holiday
Shrugged the hunch
riding high on my back
and said, "She pulls
this prank every year
come what may...And me
I can't help but run...
For it is such fun...
To watch her newest victim
in chivalrous fashion
reach to help a phantasm
And the look of horror
even on a monster's face...
When she passes right through
their fingers, time after time..."
From the floor, my ghostly sister
spoke up, and said, "Next..."
~September 12, 2006
