Friday, November 1, 2013

365 Poems: Something wicked (and wet) this way comes

Day 305

Everyone complains about Halloween being taken over by grownups but I don't know about that. A wild and wet Halloween night but still the kids as vampires and Betsy Ross and funny monsters and superheroes and a witch even. Bags and buckets and TRICK OR TREAT and thank you. Always the candy. Not always, the rain. At least it wasn't cold. And I'm hard-pressed to say just what was so different from 1965.

From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties and things that go bump in the night ... GOOD LORD DELIVER US

Wettest. Halloween. Ever.
The mad, possessed dog on Angela's front porch.
The crazy guy in the electric chair was so scary I couldn't even take a picture of him.

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