
I don’t want to go Halloweening,
The egg at the back boiled dry.
I’ll only end up scrambled,
my brains will all be fried.
I don’t want to go Halloweening,
I don’t want to miss my show,
I have just brought a new Stetson.
As flat as an omelette it will go.
I don’t want to go Halloweening,
I’ll go as white as a ghost,
If I see a witch’s cat,
my cracked shell will be toast.
I don’t want to go Halloweening,
let’s all stay indoors,
Put a great show on the TV,
have humans for dinner instead.
Hilarious poem Diana
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The last line is scary. They have a way of ‘consuming humans’ when they come with infections.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Scrambled, boiled or fried ..by Diana
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My that ending. A beautiful one this.
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