There are goblins and dragons
and werewolves galore
they are walking the streets
and nearing my door
the witches are pounding
they want to get in
the dragons are puffing
and huffing to win
the sound is a terror
the zombies are moaning
so scary to see
the Devils are groaning
there’s evil afoot
every year it’s the same
the crazies come out
for one night of fame
I huddle and cower
my heart in my mouth
they’ll bite me I fear
unless I go south
Perhaps there’s a way
to get what I want
I’ll scare them myself
I’ll do the haunt
So scary I’ll be
just watch me evoke
I’ll teach them a lesson
the bitch, don’t provoke
Happy Halloween
Butterfly Sand 
I do like your poetry, Pamela, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve never been a huge poetry fan! I also wanted to stop by to thank you for following my new/second blog. You’ll notice that I have a separate identities with them, so you’ll never know who may pop in!
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Anticipation is the spice of life! Thanks for liking my poem.
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What a fun poem! Happy Halloween.
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Thanks! HH to you as well! BOO!
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Love this, Pam —– Interesting words, the which I need to think on —– I have NEVER been a lover of Halloween, but certainly of All Hallows Eve and All Saints and All Souls Days are my sort of days…..when I recall my Dad who died in the second world war. God Bless him and ALL the others like him who gave their lives for us. I Would love to be able to say that it was successful, but ………………..
Sorry, I guess I got off topic….. forgive me, but your Halloween words are super— and I hope not to see the dragons puffing and huffing—- would scare the —- out of me!! )J: XO Jill
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hahaha me too! My Father was also in WWII and he was optimistic. As long as we remember they will not have fought in vain.
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