![]() Halloween MixerA Poem by angel![]() A costume party at the Writer's Cafe.![]()
Everyone in the Cafe is all dressed up tonight;
Every single mother's' son, and also every daughter. As I look around at them I can but guess who might Be contemplating mischief, or perhaps an all-out slaughter! The costumed fiends behind those masks--that is to say the friends-- Could be just anybody;I guess it all depends On how, in this, the big reveal, the masks begin to fall; Will we be recognizable at this, our costume ball? A great, big bowl of candy, a sign, quick scrawled, beneath Informing one and all about its detriment to teeth. That tells me Dr. Yumakay is certainly among us; She's there! Dressed as a mushroom, see? A most engaging fungus. Here comes a ghost, a flowered sheet. Who could be beneath? I think I know! It's our Christine, a-skippin' through the heath! Now comes an easy one to guess, a whimsical, red devil. Who might this apparition be? I'm guessing that it's Neville. He always acts so innocent, but I believe it not... He keeps the heat at simmering beneath his iron pot. Now we come to Barleygirl, sloggin' through the fen; A muddy and bedraggled witch;Come here to the glen! We've got a roaring fire, so soon you'll be quite dry. Let's see who else is coming.Ah, somebody is nigh! It seems to be Coyote, but I can just suppose It could be almost anyone;The Fixer, Dave, or Rose! The mystery is answered--our emmajoy appears A pretty fairy princess, so sweet, inspires tears! And now a fearful beastie comes--Annette Pisano Higley?!? She's dressed herself as Donald Trump! We all applaud her--bigly! No question who will take the prize for who's most fear inducing; I think the dreadful Orange One is most alarm producing! Sam is dressed as old Mark Twain, of whom he does remind us, Lorry,male,from Scotland, as a ghoul, a creepin' up behind us. Einstein Noodle coming now, vampire fangs in place, And Crowley, with a wooden stake,a grin upon his face. He didn't get the memo! He must think this a real Horror show invasion! We rush to the reveal! Everyone, take off your masks and let our friend here see That we are friends in costume.No rav'ning monsters, we! Our Richard now comes from behind and fetches him a clout; As Crowley drops his weapon, JayG comes running out To stop ensuing mayhem, chase us all with threatening shouts To make us all behave like something less than murderous louts.
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11 Reviews Added on October 21, 2018 Last Updated on October 21, 2018 Author![]() angelStaffordSprings, CTAboutage 65 sex f writing since age 25, now a 65 year old who is wheelchair bound, but has lived a rich, full life and has a lot to THAY.Fans of John Irving's THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP should get that.. more..Writing
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