Inspired by my sweetie, New York Chic.
I'm not frightened by ghosts and goblins, you see.
It's the adult mundane tripe, that oft gets to me.
It's not howls in the night,
Nor chains on the stairs,
But parked in traffic, while having to pee.
I'm quite sure that my dear friends all knew it.
While the witches ply with porridge and suet.
For it's nipped in the bud,
When Drac comes for my blood.
The IRS has beaten him to it.
So, when the Hessian goes in search of his head,
I will not cower in dread.
I'll not honor his curse, 'kay?
For I have to work Thursday.
With the candy I've overendulgently fed.
Indestructible phychos may be roaming the 'hood.
And chase nubile virgins midst the wood.
But a man of my age
Usually has a .12 gauge.
And my aim with it is generally quite good.
Happy Halloween.
2007-10-31
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