NONSENSE VERSE

 

Happy Halloween

 

Last night I had a visitation from an overly chatty ghost:
Of all the folk I’ve haunted, he said, it’s you I hate the most
I’m here to bump the night and smash your crockery
I’m your darkest nightmare, your fear, your misery
All the skeletons in your closet, things you can’t accept
They’re alive and well, and busy getting prepped
To invade your sweet dreams with ugly evil threats
To terrify and swamp you in clammy night sweats
To remind you of the hell beyond your ancient cellar door
Go down and meet your demons who’ll inter you in the floor
Excuse me now, I’ve another victim waiting up the street
Time to fly, ta-ta, and good luck getting back to sleep