"Hallow-Weeney" poetry

[My Erotic Tale]

Happy Halloween​

The holiday of goblins and witches approaches and the Halloween
muse will be biting soon. Shall we write some wicked poetry of
tricks and treats, webs and skulls, perhaps voodoo? 13 days and counting...

Wendy's Bitchin' Broom
by My Erotic Tale ©

Wendy was at
the "Ye ole Shoppe,"
a morning of
shop till you drop.
She bought a second hand
broom and a mop.
'She needed them'
she thought.

With her arms full
she walked home along the road.
She said,
"I could use some help, I suppose."
Then her broom
came to life and arose.
Looped her bags
and carried her load.

"This is Bitchin!"
Wendy said.
As she curiously
scratched her head.
Walking along
a floating broom.
That carried her things
to her room.

The broom kissed the mop
as it laid it down.
Scattering 'goodie' bags
all around.
Wendy was amazed
at what she had found.
Tired from shopping
she decided to lay down.

The broom zoomed beside her
and laid down as well.
Wendy figured
the broom's under a spell.
She rolled over
and fondeled the tiny bristles.
The Broom began to hum
and then whistle.

Then like a hummingbird
it flew about the room.
Wendy shouted,
"Are you possesed little broom?"
The broom shot to Wendy
with a quick zoom!
The coo coo clock chimed
that it was now noon.

That sound sent the broom
into a heated frenzy.
Spread out it's bristles
that were tathered and frizzy.
The long wooden shaft
swelled and then grew.
Till it look like a penis
Wendy began to coo.

The broom knew
where to put it in.
It humped at Wendy
again and again.
The broom shaft changed
till it fit her size.
Filling her fully then
spread a bit wide.

Wendy laid back
and relished in it's pleasure.
This new gift
that was obviously a treasure.
She felt her jucies flow
and come in a gusher.
Giving her an orgasim
that was un-measured.

She laid back
with a smile like a coon.
The broom laid beside her
in one quick zoom.
Back to hard wood and bristle
whistling a tune.
Her new bed buddy
Wendy's, Bitchin Broom!

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Bröckengespenst
by Lauren Hynde ©

Naked, standing, hair loose down her back,
She smiles in warm sea-scented alcove.
Through open windows like seasoned spirits,
Argentine waves, horizontal and vaporous,
All Hallow's Eve howls haunted moonlight
Enters and spreads, palpitates and lives
Enters and breaks over enthralling beams,
Brightens reflections of blood-stained lips
On tarnished mirrors and crystal chandeliers.
It trembles, almost gasps for breath, slides
Through the floor, unravels -- and lightens,
A dawdling languid billow of drifting mist,
Kisses smoothness of her smallest of feet,
White, ghastly, rises up her leg, longingly,
Ghostly, rises, -- and wondrous coil describes
Then envelopes curvaceous hip -- proceeds to
Licks her womb, embrace her slender waist, and
Nibble on the tumid peeks of her nubile breasts
It rustles lust upon her shoulder blades,
Wraps around her neck, lovingly tastes her mouth.
Before it dissipates along the darkness
And the salacious night of her black hair,
Halts, mystified, before the glitter of her eyes.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Bröckengespenst
by Lauren Hynde ©

Naked, standing, hair loose down her back,
She smiles in warm sea-scented alcove.
Through open windows like seasoned spirits,
Argentine waves, horizontal and vaporous,
All Hallow's Eve howls haunted moonlight
Enters and spreads, palpitates and lives
Enters and breaks over enthralling beams,
Brightens reflections of blood-stained lips
On tarnished mirrors and crystal chandeliers.
It trembles, almost gasps for breath, slides
Through the floor, unravels -- and lightens,
A dawdling languid billow of drifting mist,
Kisses smoothness of her smallest of feet,
White, ghastly, rises up her leg, longingly,
Ghostly, rises, -- and wondrous coil describes
Then envelopes curvaceous hip -- proceeds to
Licks her womb, embrace her slender waist,and
Nibble on the tumid peeks of her nubile breasts
It rustles lust upon her shoulder blades,
Wraps around her neck, lovingly tastes her mouth.
Before it dissipates along the darkness
And the salacious night of her black hair,
Halts, mystified, before the glitter of her eyes.

shivers <grin> scare me <bigger grin> thanks lauren (~_~)
Erotic, passionate and with a wicked feel <bows humble>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

The Bride of Franken-Weeney
by My Erotic Tale ©

In a damp, dark dungeon
feverishly works Franken-weeney
To revive his dead wife
who was known as a meanie.

On a table she was covered
with a blood soaked sheet
Outside was lightening and thunder
the rain had turned to sleet.

Dials, knobs and selectors
strung along one wall
then there was his computer
it was at least eight feet tall.

He pulled on a lever
and opened up his roof
then took a shot of whiskey
made of 90 proof

Then he raised his rod
high above the house
then he went beside
his lifeless spouse

Fingers ran across a key-board
to start his experiment
in case things went wrong
an e-mail was sent.

Then the lightening struck
Franken-weeney's rod
Electricity was sent
down to a large pod.

He rapidly selected
turned and dialed the knobs.
pushed and pulled at levers
that work the thingy-kabob.

Then Franken-weeney
went to his Bride
Pulled back the sheets
in hopes she'd come alive.

Jolts went through her body
She thrashed and lashed out.
then when she settled
Her tongue come out her mouth

Licking her lips
that were parched and dry
slowly she began
to open up her eyes

Franken-weeney smiled
like a proud Groom
as his bride looked
all about the room.

"Why am I alive?"
asked his sleepy bride
"Because my dear..."
Franken-weeney replied.

"You fell over dead
at our wedding about noon.
We haven't had yet
...our Honeymoon."

 

[WickedEve]

Worth a Sixpence

This poem is close to 4 years old--back when I was first learning to write poetry and back when all I wrote was rhyme. I never did update this poem, and it certainly needs editing, but it's too long to work with. I still like it, though. It's pretty good erotic horror.


Part I

There was a foul and curious rumor
creeping through the dell.
“With lustful stare and voodoo whisper,
she'll cast her evil spell!”

He scoffed at superstition.
"I don't give credence to sorcery and witches.
I should thrash you hags unmercifully
with sinewy, green switches!"

They hissed and curled their lips.
"Once before, she did this hellish deed.
The village folk then watched her
gallop away on a pitch black steed!"

He had turned to leave when he heard them speak,
"There is truth in what we've told.
Our proof is not so very far.
Come with us, if you feel bold."

He followed the twosome out of the village
and onto clandestine trails,
anxious for them to share
more of their sordid details.

He spoke more humble words
as he cajoled and then implored.
But the crones were stubbornly reluctant
to have their twisted minds explored.

Daylight dwindled and shadows sprung,
as into the woods they trod.
The world he sensed grow colder
and he increasingly felt odd.

Then what he saw past tangled limbs
urged him to change his course.
In front of a smoke-spewing hovel,
stood the devil’s own dark horse!

Before this man turned coward
and fled swiftly from their sight,
out of the depths of dense, soft gray,
she appeared as naturally as night.

Hair full of crows and eyes charred,
her skin bleached and lips of blood,
satanic beauty with bare feet
sinking deep in the thick, black mud.

"Abigail, look what we've brought you!
Young meat that might as well be bone.
Since our teeth are old and dull,
you’ll tenderize him with a stone?"

"No, I like the look of this one.
We won’t eat him, at least not yet,
even though he quakes in his shoes,
like a pauper who can’t pay his debt.”

She turned her shapely form away,
the vision muddling his common sense.
To the ground her sooty dress dropped
and out fell a shiny sixpence.

She was a devilish distraction indeed,
perfect skin, with one tiny flaw--
vivid brand on her naked back,
the shape of a raven's claw.

“Foolish man, I’ve had this itch
that’s cursed me seven days long.
Come and give it an old scratch.
God help you if you do it wrong."

Over her shoulder she glanced back,
captivating with feline eyes;
delighted as he inhaled her hot scent
and devoured female creature cries.

She swayed like a slender, fleshy reed
caught up in sensuous wind.
A wild thing he could not catch
but watch her undulate and bend.

"My arse needs your undivided attention,
so be an obedient and willing fellow.
Do it now! Don’t make me wait!
Or you’ll hear my sisters’ bellow!"

“Do as she bids hearty fellow,
before you abide in our iron pot!
We guarantee you’ll find our brew
not only spicy but plenty hot."

As he stepped forward to grant her wish,
banishing thoughts of what he had to lose.
He wondered how such eerie loveliness
could be kin to these hideous shrews.

"This itch of mine tickles me
incessantly deep within.
It’s time to loosen your leather belt
and prick me with your pin."

"I shall do as you want,
but I won't stick you shallow.
I will plug you wholly,
and fill what is now quite hollow."

The fiendish pair stood frightfully close,
as they watched with nefarious glee,
their fingers protruding bent and gnarled,
like twigs of a dead, old tree.

The sight of her crinkled circle
caused his cock to stir and twitch.
And there before their beady eyes,
he took the beguiling witch.

Kneeling in the muck and mire,
she offered her enticing crack.
He clutched her hips and crudely mounted
and prayed he would have the knack.

“Abigail, don’t be overly greedy.
Our bellies have begun to growl!
Take your pleasure quickly,”
they said with a serious scowl.

Vexed mind shooed them like flies,
yet he heard, as he parted her wide,
“Will it be heaven waiting for you
or will it be hell inside?”


Part II

Smashed pumpkins on the horizon,
flame shadows hyper beyond the door,
unearthly glow crawls across mortal,
and over his man-hungry whore.

He took the reins and found his fingers
entwined by her strangling vines of hair.
He spurred her on as their wet flesh
beat like wings on stormy air.

His manhood inside her spun around
like clay on a pottery wheel.
Bedeviled bowels of talent,
shape-shifting his cock at will.

The power between her lusty globes
held him in spellbound subjugation,
as her devil magic milked him dry,
withering him with frantic copulation.

Twin pendulums of rounded flesh,
he watched their hypnotic sway.
Lost in a bewitching trance
until cock inside no longer lay.

Essence drained, he stumbled backwards,
his knees threatening to buckle.
Though he managed to stand steady
when he heard the sisters chuckle.

“Now fetch my muddy dress boy
and dare not tarry one bit!
You know I’ll let them have you,
and they’ll roast you on a spit!”

As he gathered up her filthy rags,
a forgotten coin was spied.
He slipped it into his tattered pocket,
fee to cross the river if he died.

He saw the bubbling in the iron belly
as he followed the comely wench.
Inside he choked on smoky breath
as he inhaled a sulfurous stench.

She turned to him with brimstone eyes,
“I know my sisters have been cruel,
but understand their disappointment
not having you simmering in their gruel.”

"But Abigail, we have yet to be paid.
So let's send his soul to Master.
Strip him and throw him into the pot,
that way he'll get there faster!"

"If it is payment you three seek,
then tell me the worth of my soul.
I won't haggle over the cost.
What price to stay out of your bowl?"

Their cackles were truly wicked,
their cutting remarks quite mean.
They told him he was the poorest man
that any of them had seen.

"You, the same as any peasant,
will fetch us a new sixpence.
But don't stall us with lies of wealth,
we are not nearly so dense."

I'll give you witches a sixpence.
I'll do it here and now.
Swear not to ask me where I got it,
and never ask me how."

"Sisters, sisters, sisters,
let us not be rude.
This appeals to me,
swearing in the nude."

The two ancient ones
glared with vulture eyes,
ready to devour him,
for waiting, they most despised.

Thinking himself to be quite clever,
thrust confident hand in deep.
Panicked fingers came back empty,
causing doomed fellow to weep.

"Looking for this?" Abigail approached,
with shiny sixpence betwixt her teeth.
Her accusing tongue told him
he was their captive thief.


~


A randy sailor back on land
found the pair certainly ghoulish.
But seeing Abigail in fine new dress
made his common sense turn foolish.

With lustful stare and voodoo whisper,
she cast her evil spell,
and sent another tasty soul
to the boiling pits of hell.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

This poem is close to 4 years old--back when I was first learning to write poetry and back when all I wrote was rhyme. I never did update this poem, and it certainly needs editing, but it's too long to work with. I still like it, though. It's pretty good erotic horror.

I remember it, and remember even having printed it out. I still think it's phenomenal, particularly in narrative terms. Great erotic horror story.

 

[WickedEve]

I remember it, and remember even having printed it out. I still think it's phenomenal, particularly in narrative terms. Great erotic horror story.

Just before posting here, I took out some commas. There were so many of them. I think I took too many out. lol It really is a cool poem. I did try a year or two ago to revise it but I couldn't. I got about a third of the way through and gave up. So... I'm leaving it as is. I remember Doug telling me to trim it down. Way down. Way, way down.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Part I



"Looking for this?" Abigail approached,
with shiny sixpence betwixt her teeth.
Her accusing tongue told him
he was their captive thief.


~


A randy sailor back on land
found the pair certainly ghoulish.
But seeing Abigail in fine new dress
made his common sense turn foolish.

With lustful stare and voodoo whisper,
she cast her evil spell,
and sent another tasty soul
to the boiling pits of hell.

I have to agree,
that is pretty good, I loved it, and understood it <grin> and,..
it ryhmed <bigger grin>


inspirational (~_*)

 

[My Erotic Tale]

The Hollow
by My Erotic Tale ©

Brisk wind
that blows through
leafless branches
in The Hollow, howl
a mournful cry.
While dark clouds roll
across sunless sky.
I peer with squinted eyes.

Rustling leaves sound
through wilderness
As my Pony snorts
from uneasiness.
His hot breath steamed
in the cold air.
My collar half covered
my frost nipped ears.

I heard the thunder
not of this Earth
I felt useless
of little worth.
With wide eyes
I peered through trees
The saddle rubbed
my shaking knees.

A loud drumming
pounded turf
energetic sound
of a fast paced heart
Appeared a black steed
in distant mist
I tried to turn my pony
but it rare'd and hissed.

I fell to the ground
with a heavy thud
sitting in wet
knee deep mud.
My pony bolted
in a frightened flee.
While the black steed
beared down on me.

It's neck outreached
with wild waving mane
The rider was driving
as if insane
A thrash of it's whip
while kicking the flank
Vigorously shaking
at the bit and the shank.

Cape whipping
with snapping sounds
as the fabric
cracked out loud.
This dark image
that grew closer
As I reached
for my holster.

I found it empty
and fear struck me
I searched through the mud
that was gritty and mucky.
A bellowing roar
came from the black steed
as it leaped
and rose above me.

Leather stretched girth
screeched under stress
As the horse sailed
then it's hooves rest.
An explosive sound came
as it touched down
Then the rider wheel'd
the Horse to turn around.

My fingers pinched
through the wet earth.
To find my pistol
rapidly they searched
Then they clutched
the hardened steel
Raising it till
the trigger I could feel.

Up before me
I pointed the gun
as the steed
was back to a run.
It's shoulder clipped me
trying to run me down.
Fire from the barrel
rang out a sound.

I shot the rider
dead in the chest
I saw the destruction
of part of it's vest.
As I fell
back in the mud.
Splashed and crashed
with a mighty thud.

I looked up
and saw my pursuer
and I swear
no words are truer
this horse's rider
had no head
I knew it must be
the living dead.

The horse was wild eye'd
of foam and lather
Black as night
fifteen hands or better.
Ridden by
a ghostly sight
there in the Hollow
on Halloween night.

The Rider was capped
up to it's collar
Even without a head
it screamed and hollered,
"Let no man dare
to cross the Hollow,
You must leave
and do not follow."

Then spun the Black steed
and galloped away.
I was spared
to tell of this day.
Needless to say
I did not follow
The Headless Horseman
down in The Hollow.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin
by My Erotic Tail ©

Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin
were sittin' around the patch of pumpkin.
It was late summer and early Autumn.
Just sittin' around doin' nothing.

Then they heard a truck door slam.
Sounded close, like a loud 'Bam'.
Harvested, loaded and then truckin'
was Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin.

With out eye's pumpkins can't see
So when some were created these four were pleased.
Then placed on a porch all they could see were knee's.
Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin were now without seed.

Cleaned out and used to make pies
where Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin's insides.
But they sat proudly where they now reside.
On the front porch, outside.

When night finally fell
Their candles were lit and they could see well
They glowed, brightly and 'swell'
But Frowning was still unhappy you could tell.

"What's wrong Frowning?" Jack asked aloud.
Happy asked, "Why aren't you proud?"
Grin shouted, "That man's well indowed."
Happy, Jack and Grin peered through the curtain's shroud.

Frowning started grinning and grin was now a frown.
Happy was stunned and Jack was glaring round.
As this man was undressing through the shroud
Happy, Jack and Grin were looking up at the night clouds.

"Aw heck," came from Frowning
As they all looked at what he was sounding.
A woman walked in with out any clothes.
Happy, Jack and Grins noses glowed.

These four watched as the couple made love
Then came the wetness from up above.
Happy then moved from a hard nudge.
His candle went out in a wet sludge.

A dog was wizzin' and lifting it's leg.
"Don't...stop!" Jack began to beg.
Happy didn't have his big cut out smile.
the dog could be heard barking for more than a mile.

Frowning was now Happy and Happy had a frown
as they all watched the woman put on an evening gown.
The couple got in their car and headed to town.
Happy, Jack, Frowning and Grin looked around.

Ghosts and gobblin's walk the streets
Then came the kid with his kleets.
smashed poor Grin with a stomp of his feet
Because no one was home to give him a treat.

Another grabbed Frowning and gave him a throw.
Jack could hear the pumpkin say, "Oh No."
In a million pieces now in the road.
Frowning's candle never more glowed.

When the couple came home they saw the demise,
and quickly cleaned up outside.
They didn't really seemed concerned.
For they still had one Jack-o-lantern.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Clippity Cloppppppp ~


halloween treats
all given out.
dark shadows,
begin to appear.

no one close,
or so ya think.
prattling footsteps,
along
the walk.

moons glimmer,
dark
foreboding. showing
nothing,
to the naked
eye.

shaking shrubbery,
setting sparks
to tingles,
along your spine.
ghostly figures,
emerging
from willowy
trees,
whipping
into thin air.

shaking boots,
carry you forth.
winding pathway,

clippity
clop.
clippity
clop.

yellow eyes
watching.
piercing
you inta place.

mesmerized
hypnotized,
by whining screams,
scurrying up,
from behind ...

clippity
clop
clippity
clopppppppp

 

[My Erotic Tale]

halloween treats
all given out.
dark shadows,
begin to appear.

no one close,
or so ya think.
prattling footsteps,
along
the walk.

moons glimmer,
dark
foreboding. showing
nothing,
to the naked
eye.

shaking shrubbery,
setting sparks
to tingles,
along your spine.
ghostly figures,
emerging
from willowy
trees,
whipping
into thin air.

shaking boots,
carry you forth.
winding pathway,

clippity
clop.
clippity
clop.

yellow eyes
watching.
piercing
you inta place.

mesmerized
hypnotized,
by whining screams,
scurrying up,
from behind ...

clippity
clop
clippity
clopppppppp

your a muse <grin>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

step
drag
step
drag

dressed in rags

step
drag
step
drag

a witchin hag

brush
sweep
brush
sweep

broom now soars

swish
zoom
swish
zoom

she's at your door.

 

[RhymeFairy]

your a muse <grin>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

step
drag
step
drag

dressed in rags

step
drag
step
drag

a witchin hag

brush
sweep
brush
sweep

broom now soars

swish
zoom
swish
zoom

she's at your door.

at your door
dressed all in black
crazy cackle
sends cringes
shakin tha door
hinges loose.

pop
pop
crack
Bang

gimmie your candy
let'me have it all
fearsome footsteps
heard racing
down your hall

clippity
clippity
clop
clop

swoosh

back door slams
smacks against
tha wall.
black batty bats
come flippity flop
flying in

screeching screams
scalding screeches
running down
your back.
how to get rid of
these danged
crazy creatures

 

[My Erotic Tale]

at your door
dressed all in black
crazy cackle
sends cringes
shakin tha door
hinges loose.

pop
pop
crack
Bang

gimmie your candy
let'me have it all
fearsome footsteps
heard racing
down your hall

clippity
clippity
clop
clop

swoosh

back door slams
smacks against
tha wall.
black batty bats
come flippity flop
flying in

screeching screams
scalding screeches
running down
your back.
how to get rid of
these danged
crazy creatures

I saw the moon
as a witch flew by
across the autumn sky

broom in hand
sitting side saddle
in the bright full moon

laughing she chuckled
loudly she blared
dipping into the city
where trick or treaters shared

the night of the wicked
the night of ghosts
the night of the hallow
on halloween night

 

[CrowSingsOver]

hey, I'm a witch...I represent that remark!

 

[RhymeFairy]

The Feast

Cryptic, evil lingering
Shadows dancing,
through the wood.
Feel of goosebumps
rippling along flesh.

Prey of hunger, feasting on
horrors temptation.
Suckling life's carnage
through wiggling
... edgy spiked teeth.

Tracking wants,
with wicked intent.
Drinking the souls nectar
within cups of egotistical
whismy.

Tanking life's glory,
of loves whispering life.
Gnawing away, lingering
glimpses of yester years.

Gorged to the hilt,
from your glorious feast.
Laughingly, he skips away.
Lurking yet again. Knowing
there are others
to be had, this day ...

.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Cryptic, evil lingering
Shadows dancing,
through the wood.
Feel of goosebumps
rippling along flesh.

Prey of hunger, feasting on
horrors temptation.
Suckling life's carnage
through wiggling
... edgy spiked teeth.

Tracking wants,
with wicked intent.
Drinking the souls nectar
within cups of egotistical
whismy.

Tanking life's glory,
of loves whispering life.
Gnawing away, lingering
glimpses of yester years.

Gorged to the hilt,
from your glorious feast.
Laughingly, he skips away.
Lurking yet again. Knowing
there are others
to be had, this day ...

.

okay pumpkin


Jack o lantern
jack o lantern
smiles a crooked smile

lit up on porch boards painted
watching goblins go by

jack o lantern
jack o lantern
frowns a side ways frown
as holloween ended
till next year comes around

 

[RhymeFairy]

Spiders ~

ok Artie POOH
... Grrrrr ~




cobwebs sticky,
so irritably clingy.
like cotton candy,
on the mouth.
licking so,
never getting
it all off.

spiders dip
down low,
attracting
perilous prey
within dooms,
morbid home.

eight forks,
spoons shoveling,
suckling ... slurping
in majestic
delight.

beady eyes,
zeroing in.
down the hall,
of all is lost.
venomous wrapping.
scrubbing, soft
succulent flesh.

sharp fang straw
slices.
bringing forth
life's blood. bright
future beckons.
drop for drop.
neatly nourishing,
the eminent future.

lil spiders spring up.
wrapping, webbing
their hated homes,
across life's
open doorway ...

 

[CrowSingsOver]

professional

alright people, back away, back away, witch coming through. It's okay, I'm a professional.

let me warm up my wand...

and here we go

candy corn
and goblin grim
black cat midnight
and feather pen

Sable clouds
and glowing moon
gathering darkness
and growing gloom

I cast my spell
this Samhain night
To God and Goddess
to thrill to fright

I call the winds
north
east
west
south
to chill the lips
and tempt the mouth

Jack-o-lanterns
and fires bright
Candy corn
and vampire bite

ghastly ghosts
and fairies too
Happy Halloween
To all of you

 

[RhymeFairy]

Body Bag ~

Just cause I am so darn 'ornery ~!!



body bag tha man.
dig your hole ghastly deep.
make sure he is covered good.
plant cement, over the grave.

might wanna post a watchman.
he has been known to be slippery.
leave it to him, to come back.
screwing up, the whole plan.

 

[CrowSingsOver]

one crow to the next: "don't you love the smell of fresh corpse in the morning?"

 

[RhymeFairy]

one crow to the next: "don't you love the smell of fresh corpse in the morning?"

OMG heheheheehhe

Too funny.

Again welcome, and hop in here anytime.
Have fun and I am soo lovin your commentary
and poetry ~!!

 

[Jennifer C]

An acquisitive trollop named Claire
Trolled for lusty young men at the fair.
But she fell in a swoon,
At the rise of the moon,
For the "wolf" she'd picked up was a "were-"!

Said sweet Clair, "If you mean to impress
Then quit slobbering, sir, on my dress!
This relationship bites
And a girl has her rights.
Keep your paws to yourself. You're a mess!"

Said the old-fashioned werewolf to Clair,
"Now, dear, this is really not fair.
You're a cold dominatrix
Like that dame in 'The Matrix'.
You at least could let go of my hair."

Said Clair to the wolfman contrite,
"Your bark is much worse than your bite."
Now he grovels and begs
With his tail 'tween his legs,
And slinks off to howl in the night.

 

[Jennifer C]

A saucy young ghoul from West End
Got her demonic beau to unbend.
When he gave her a ring,
She started to sing
That "Demons are a ghoul's best friend."



come on lets hear them halloween Limericks

 

[Jennifer C]

How might a spirit settle in the wind?
After death, how might a soul find peace?
Love lasts long after lips and laughter cease,
Leaving only memories behind.
Out of longings, one might linen spin,
Weaving well the welkin edged with fleece.
Each spirit must from wandering seek release,
Else ever through the weary midnights wend,
Not resting till love's angels dark descend.