Masked marauder hanging round,
cute little bandit up to no good.
Tries hard not to make a sound,
would jump out there if he could.
Grandma has a broom in hand,
and she is shaking it right at me.
This is not at all what I planned,
when I fell out of that oak tree.
Fell on grandma's clothes line,
now I don't know what to do.
She wants to tan this hide of mine,
till it turns black and blue.
Swings the broom, begins to curse,
only thing left for me to do is run.
It really could be so much worse,
she could be holding her shot gun.



Been to the pumpkin patch though.
Happy Halloween to you too my friend. Thanks for stopping bye. Hugs and Smiles. Take care.

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very cute and funny poem here, great job on this one. love the pic 
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