Wicked suit for trick or treat mood,
Mooed old bossie it’s still awhile,
Wile away on goodies so fair,
Fare is paid with her fashioned style.
Stile darkens with each tap of heels,
Heals tummy ache from too much sweets,
Suite of horror flashes through mind,
Mined with wrappers near shaking feet.
Feat of magic as fall wind blew,
Blue chill if discovered will ooze,
Oohs of delight at clean swept floor,
Fluor of Halloween kiss his ruse.
Author notes
wreath
A contest entry
- Yankee Candle Scents and Wreaths by ea.
600 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is very clever and very topical. Love the image of the swept up wrappers and the tummy-ache.
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Oh my gosh, isn't this a hillarious candle scent title for a Halloween poem?
I don't think I even noticed it before... I could see a little tummy sick ghostie standing here indeed the first time around and then this gave me an alternately dark feeling on the second read. I really like the idea of the wrappers from too much candy needing to be swept up.
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