The moon is witness to all who pass
on this hallowed eve
Spirits rise from cryptic tomb
for those who don't believe
In shadowed demons of the night
their evil vapors reek
To desecrate our innocence
garbed in masked mystique
Of painted smiles that beg for trust
their corners curving sly
To take the unsuspecting soul
...no evidence of why
The moon is witness to all the tricks
by this hallowed thief
It mourns for those who vanish
and winks and blinks its grief

Will finish it when i've my funny bone feeling funny....

I'm not complaining..enjoyed your spoof 

Now I conisder myself to be some sort of modern day Nostradamus, and I've correctly predicted many recent things: the year 2006, England not winning the world cup and that Floyd Landis would win Tour de France, but never in a million years would I have guessed that Superman was partial to a slice of cock.


You're amazing...gee i feel all goose bumpy 








You just crack me up! Another funny poem from the mind of gal...








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