wicked night
tyson asked hilary to read on of her poems from her little black book for his halloween pary.
it is dark and dreary. do you think it's the air thatmakes it eary?
it has come... oh yes it has , the wicked night...
zombies,and monsters aglore! it's is time to come out and explore!
the good the bad,the fairies and the witches ,
all come out in their pretty britches!
brooms aflying. the cauldrons are dining.
for it's the most wicked night of all... oh yes it is!
zombies, monsters, and vampires of all kinds, come out from your hide,.
for it is time to ingite! for it is the most wicked night!
witches on their brooms, who're out for a flight,
coming to give us a big fright!
the doors are opening, smiles and frighten faces,
as the creaters toke their places...
grinning those lopped sided grins, waiting for the fun to begin.
and to think it all started with a game they bagan to play...
and the ryme they always say..." Trick or Treat"...
it'll start again next year as well ...but for now...
Happy Halloween!