Monsterfest

I wrote this for Halloween a few years ago.

Clickity-clickity-clack,

The corpses on their backs.

In their coffins resting deep,

In the twilight of Death’s sleep.

Soon they’ll open up their eyes,

Twist knobby fingers towards the sky.

Out they’ll crawl with creaking knee,

A gruesome sight for all to see.

 

Look there zooming cross the moon,

It’s an ancient hag upon a broom.

Whatever you do stay on the path,

Did you just hear her evil laugh?

Be careful now if she invites you in,

Don’t drink the brew it’s full of sin.

For you then too may be resting deep,

Like the corpses in their wormy sleep.

 

Out from the forest comes a hairy hand,

Belonging to that of a hungry wolfman.

Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner,

He’s just claimed you to be his dinner.

In these woods he lurks and stalks,

Careful when this moon-creature walks.

He’ll tear you up into bits and shreds,

And watch that curs-ed moon turn red.

 

Look over there it’s Mister Vampiré,

The most debonaire of monsters here.

He’ll draw you in with those hypno-eyes,

Then take you to where his coffin lies.

Then he’ll slowly draw back you hair,

And feat upon what’s under there.

You’ll feel like you are in a trance,

As you two waltz in an immortal dance.

 

Standing tall there’s Frankie M,

Believe me guys it’s really him.

Look out for his sadistic doc,

He’s looking to give old Frank a shock.

Sure he may look all nice and kind,

He’s a little abnormal you may find.

You’d better keep your kids away,

Just in case Frank wants to play.

For he may look all cute and sweet,

But Frank goes nuts around some heat.

 

So why don’t you come and join out little troupe?

Come on now, let’s go, be part of our group.

We only come out for once a year,

So let’s make the most of it here.

Join our monster fest galore,

Because soon we’ll be locked behind a door.

So why don’t you come before the end,

When we all go back to just being pretend.