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Reindeer Flu
You remember that Christmas a few years ago
Where you waited all night for 'Ol Santy to show
Well I heard the reason and it just might be true
The whole bunch came down with the dang reindeer flu
The cowboy elves had been busy all day
A' doctorin' Donner and scattering' hay
Dancer and Prancer were febrile and snotty
Comet and Cupid went constantly potty
Hallucinatory dementia was rampant
Why, Blitzen imagined that he was Jed Clampett
Dasher got schizo and thought he was Trigger
While Vixen's obsessions got bigger and bigger
By noon Santy knew he should find new substitutes
So the cowboy elves went out searching' recruits
They scoured the Arctic for suitable prey
And brought them together to hook to the sleigh
When Santy climbed up it was like a bad dream
He stared down the lines at the substitute team
A bull moose as old as the planks on the ark
With a head as big as a hammerhead shark
Stood hitched by a cow, Mrs.Santy's of course
Then next in the tugs was a Clydesdale horse.
He was paired with an elk whose antlers were crossed
An ostrich, a walrus, an old albatross
Were harnessed in line but the last volunteer
Was a blue heeler dog with only one ear
The cowboy elves gave a push to the sled
As Santy reared back, cracked his whip, then he said,
"On Cleo, on Leo, on Lefty and Jake
On Morpheus, Redondo, on Lupe and Snake.."
Smoke from the runners cut tracks in the snow
The team headed south, but where else could they go?
They started back East 'cause it got dark there first
And their luck, which was bad, got progressively worse
By the time they hit Kansas the tugs had gone slack
And all but the dog was now riding' in back
Santy was desperate. What on earth could he do?
When the lights of an airport hove into his view
Did they make it? you betcha, but there hangs the tale
Of how, on the Christmas they stayed on the trail
A man in Alaska said right after dawn
A low flying object passed over his lawn
He ran to the window and threw up the sash
And heard someone shouting, "For pete's sake, don't crash!"
"On Budget, on Thrifty, look out Alamo
I didn't take out insurance, you know
And you, Number Two, try harder, yer Avis
On Dollar, on Hertz, Rent-a-Wreck you can save us
An extra day's charge if we make it by nine
Though the drop-off will cost us a bundle this time
Merry Christmas", yelled Santy, but he was all smiles
'Cause at least he signed up for unlimited miles
So that's how it happened as best I recall
When it looked like that Christmas might not come at all
And the truth of the matter, we all owe a cheer
To the Wichita office of Rent-a-Reindeer
Where you waited all night for 'Ol Santy to show
Well I heard the reason and it just might be true
The whole bunch came down with the dang reindeer flu
The cowboy elves had been busy all day
A' doctorin' Donner and scattering' hay
Dancer and Prancer were febrile and snotty
Comet and Cupid went constantly potty
Hallucinatory dementia was rampant
Why, Blitzen imagined that he was Jed Clampett
Dasher got schizo and thought he was Trigger
While Vixen's obsessions got bigger and bigger
By noon Santy knew he should find new substitutes
So the cowboy elves went out searching' recruits
They scoured the Arctic for suitable prey
And brought them together to hook to the sleigh
When Santy climbed up it was like a bad dream
He stared down the lines at the substitute team
A bull moose as old as the planks on the ark
With a head as big as a hammerhead shark
Stood hitched by a cow, Mrs.Santy's of course
Then next in the tugs was a Clydesdale horse.
He was paired with an elk whose antlers were crossed
An ostrich, a walrus, an old albatross
Were harnessed in line but the last volunteer
Was a blue heeler dog with only one ear
The cowboy elves gave a push to the sled
As Santy reared back, cracked his whip, then he said,
"On Cleo, on Leo, on Lefty and Jake
On Morpheus, Redondo, on Lupe and Snake.."
Smoke from the runners cut tracks in the snow
The team headed south, but where else could they go?
They started back East 'cause it got dark there first
And their luck, which was bad, got progressively worse
By the time they hit Kansas the tugs had gone slack
And all but the dog was now riding' in back
Santy was desperate. What on earth could he do?
When the lights of an airport hove into his view
Did they make it? you betcha, but there hangs the tale
Of how, on the Christmas they stayed on the trail
A man in Alaska said right after dawn
A low flying object passed over his lawn
He ran to the window and threw up the sash
And heard someone shouting, "For pete's sake, don't crash!"
"On Budget, on Thrifty, look out Alamo
I didn't take out insurance, you know
And you, Number Two, try harder, yer Avis
On Dollar, on Hertz, Rent-a-Wreck you can save us
An extra day's charge if we make it by nine
Though the drop-off will cost us a bundle this time
Merry Christmas", yelled Santy, but he was all smiles
'Cause at least he signed up for unlimited miles
So that's how it happened as best I recall
When it looked like that Christmas might not come at all
And the truth of the matter, we all owe a cheer
To the Wichita office of Rent-a-Reindeer
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
This was written one Christmas while ill with the flu. After the past couple of years, it would be nice to hear about the regular old flu. May this bring a good chuckle to you and may you all have a very Merry/Happy Christmas!
Schoolhouse Christmas Tree
They were living in a rundown place,some call it a labor shack
Two tiny bedrooms for seven kids, with a privy out the back;
Dad was a farmer's hand, but work was slow that year,
They were scrapin' ends to feed the kids, as Christmastime drew near.
There wouldn't be a Christmas tree, and gifts would be mighty few
A pair of socks for each kid,maybe a paper doll or two;
Couldn't afford a turkey dinner, so an old hen would have to do,
Perhaps a homemade apple cake to go along with the chicken stew.
Children went to a little country school, not too many miles away
That had been decorated with a Christmas tree to celebrate the holiday;
Strung with tinsel and paper chains with a gold tin foil star on top,
The youngest boy stared at that tree 'til it seemed his eyes would pop.
It was the last day of classes before the holiday
The little lad had hung around while his siblings went on their way;
He was still in the room and I wondered what was wrong,
"What happens to the Christmas tree, when everyone is gone?"
"I suppose we'll have to throw it out,I have one already at home
"No one'll be here over the holidays, so the tree will be here alone".
That little fellow got an idea as he gazed at the sparkling tree,
His next question nearly broke the heart of an old country teacher like me.
"Folks can't afford a tree this year,Do you think it will be all right
If I took it home so we can have a tree on Christmas night?
It seems an awful pretty tree to be left alone on Christmas Day,
I know it would make my family happy, if it could come to stay".
I fear a tear ran down my cheek when I heard that little elf
Ask for a tree to cheer his family, and ask naught for himself;
"That's a wonderful idea!"Smiling through my tears,let's load it in my car,
Then you and I can take it to your house, and you can you carry the star".
We lovingly placed that tree in my trunk, still decorated with silver foil
And drove it to that little shack, a few miles off blacktop oil;
His mother came to the front door when we pulled up to the drive,
If he had gotten into trouble, she'd skin that boy alive.
"I hope you don't mind, but could you do a favor for me?
School's out for the holidays, and don't know what do do about this tree;
Your son fears it will be lonely, and he offered it a place to stay,
"I'll understand if you say no, but I'd just hate to throw it away".
I could see her swallow her pride, when her boy handed her the star
Then a smile lit upon her face,as she helped take the tree from my car;
"It's so kind of you to offer,it'll sure help make this house a home,
And I agree that a Christmas tree, should never spend Christmas alone".
Two tiny bedrooms for seven kids, with a privy out the back;
Dad was a farmer's hand, but work was slow that year,
They were scrapin' ends to feed the kids, as Christmastime drew near.
There wouldn't be a Christmas tree, and gifts would be mighty few
A pair of socks for each kid,maybe a paper doll or two;
Couldn't afford a turkey dinner, so an old hen would have to do,
Perhaps a homemade apple cake to go along with the chicken stew.
Children went to a little country school, not too many miles away
That had been decorated with a Christmas tree to celebrate the holiday;
Strung with tinsel and paper chains with a gold tin foil star on top,
The youngest boy stared at that tree 'til it seemed his eyes would pop.
It was the last day of classes before the holiday
The little lad had hung around while his siblings went on their way;
He was still in the room and I wondered what was wrong,
"What happens to the Christmas tree, when everyone is gone?"
"I suppose we'll have to throw it out,I have one already at home
"No one'll be here over the holidays, so the tree will be here alone".
That little fellow got an idea as he gazed at the sparkling tree,
His next question nearly broke the heart of an old country teacher like me.
"Folks can't afford a tree this year,Do you think it will be all right
If I took it home so we can have a tree on Christmas night?
It seems an awful pretty tree to be left alone on Christmas Day,
I know it would make my family happy, if it could come to stay".
I fear a tear ran down my cheek when I heard that little elf
Ask for a tree to cheer his family, and ask naught for himself;
"That's a wonderful idea!"Smiling through my tears,let's load it in my car,
Then you and I can take it to your house, and you can you carry the star".
We lovingly placed that tree in my trunk, still decorated with silver foil
And drove it to that little shack, a few miles off blacktop oil;
His mother came to the front door when we pulled up to the drive,
If he had gotten into trouble, she'd skin that boy alive.
"I hope you don't mind, but could you do a favor for me?
School's out for the holidays, and don't know what do do about this tree;
Your son fears it will be lonely, and he offered it a place to stay,
"I'll understand if you say no, but I'd just hate to throw it away".
I could see her swallow her pride, when her boy handed her the star
Then a smile lit upon her face,as she helped take the tree from my car;
"It's so kind of you to offer,it'll sure help make this house a home,
And I agree that a Christmas tree, should never spend Christmas alone".
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I write Cowboy poetry and this poem is based on a true event.One that took place in the two room country school that my father went attended many years ago.A Cowboy's Night Before Christmas
'Twas that 'ol Night before Christmas and all the ponies had been fed,
I was tryin' to choke down some beans before headin' off to bed
But my belly was a' churnin' bad , it just wouldn't sit still
It was goin' to be a long night, I could sure 'nuff tell.
'Cause in my string of horses, there was one called 'Ol Saint Nick
And thinking' about riding' him, was makin' me quite sick.
'Ol Flipper had come in with a front leg a ' draggin', last Fall during shippin' season, when we was out there on the wagon.
'Ol Saint Nick was an extra in the outfit's remuda, an' every time you got gettin' on him he'd be sure to give a gift to 'ya.That gift was a danged 'ol bronc ride, an I don't mean no 'hoppin'. You see, he's pure sin covered lightnin', that'll get your ears to poppin'.
But the boss cut him to me that's just kinda part of the deal, Flipper got turned out for the whole winter just to heal. I thought it kinda funny that it's Nick's turn to go with me out checkin' heifers, the next day in the snow.
So I lay there in my bedroll, with the fireplace a 'crackin, had terrible nightmares 'bout my poor neck a' snappin'. So I woke up at midnight, and again at two-thirty, I decided to saddle up 'Nick this time a little early. I thought I'll set him to soak with the cinches pulled up tight, come daybreak that'll help to take out some of that dad gummed fight.
Finally got 'im saddled, out there in the dark, it really was like hand feeding breadcrumbs to a shark. Finally went inside to wash the blood offa my head and got to see how much the blood had turned my white shirt red.
I'd just laid down to rest and closed my eyes when I awoke to such a racket, I stumbled up quickly and pulled on my denim jacket. As I walked out to the horse pens, the moon lit up the stage, those icicles shone so bright, on that high-desert sage.
Out in the big pen, on a fresh carpet of white, my eyes took in the most amazing thing, the most unbelievable sight. Saint Nick was making' a wild, crooked leap. with a pot bellied feller sittin' up there in the seat. He'd throwed up his head with one hand up in the air, Saint Nick touched the ground and growled just like a bear!
He'd just jump sideways as he chewed up on a foot, the red fuzzy coat popped out some chimney soot! He'd showed me his belly and stood him on his head, I noticed the fat fellers cheeks a 'turnin' a little red.
Saint Nick finally winded and throwed his head up, started licking' his lips all over, like an old an' gentle pup. The rider stepped down and handed me the reins I noticed in his mouth a broken candy cane. That's when it finally hit me , as my mind started to click. I've just seen 'Ol Saint Nick Himself ride 'ol hoss Saint Nick!
Then I noticed his team and a little red sleigh, you see, his reindeer were hobbled and eatin' on some hay.
He said "Merry Christmas,
Hope that present will do,
I knocked some of the rough off
That 'ol pony just for you".
Then he buttoned his coat and walked away
Unhobbled the reindeer
And climbed up into his sleigh
I heard him exclaim as he headed back North
"I ain't never seen nothin' buck like that 'ol horse!"
I was tryin' to choke down some beans before headin' off to bed
But my belly was a' churnin' bad , it just wouldn't sit still
It was goin' to be a long night, I could sure 'nuff tell.
'Cause in my string of horses, there was one called 'Ol Saint Nick
And thinking' about riding' him, was makin' me quite sick.
'Ol Flipper had come in with a front leg a ' draggin', last Fall during shippin' season, when we was out there on the wagon.
'Ol Saint Nick was an extra in the outfit's remuda, an' every time you got gettin' on him he'd be sure to give a gift to 'ya.That gift was a danged 'ol bronc ride, an I don't mean no 'hoppin'. You see, he's pure sin covered lightnin', that'll get your ears to poppin'.
But the boss cut him to me that's just kinda part of the deal, Flipper got turned out for the whole winter just to heal. I thought it kinda funny that it's Nick's turn to go with me out checkin' heifers, the next day in the snow.
So I lay there in my bedroll, with the fireplace a 'crackin, had terrible nightmares 'bout my poor neck a' snappin'. So I woke up at midnight, and again at two-thirty, I decided to saddle up 'Nick this time a little early. I thought I'll set him to soak with the cinches pulled up tight, come daybreak that'll help to take out some of that dad gummed fight.
Finally got 'im saddled, out there in the dark, it really was like hand feeding breadcrumbs to a shark. Finally went inside to wash the blood offa my head and got to see how much the blood had turned my white shirt red.
I'd just laid down to rest and closed my eyes when I awoke to such a racket, I stumbled up quickly and pulled on my denim jacket. As I walked out to the horse pens, the moon lit up the stage, those icicles shone so bright, on that high-desert sage.
Out in the big pen, on a fresh carpet of white, my eyes took in the most amazing thing, the most unbelievable sight. Saint Nick was making' a wild, crooked leap. with a pot bellied feller sittin' up there in the seat. He'd throwed up his head with one hand up in the air, Saint Nick touched the ground and growled just like a bear!
He'd just jump sideways as he chewed up on a foot, the red fuzzy coat popped out some chimney soot! He'd showed me his belly and stood him on his head, I noticed the fat fellers cheeks a 'turnin' a little red.
Saint Nick finally winded and throwed his head up, started licking' his lips all over, like an old an' gentle pup. The rider stepped down and handed me the reins I noticed in his mouth a broken candy cane. That's when it finally hit me , as my mind started to click. I've just seen 'Ol Saint Nick Himself ride 'ol hoss Saint Nick!
Then I noticed his team and a little red sleigh, you see, his reindeer were hobbled and eatin' on some hay.
He said "Merry Christmas,
Hope that present will do,
I knocked some of the rough off
That 'ol pony just for you".
Then he buttoned his coat and walked away
Unhobbled the reindeer
And climbed up into his sleigh
I heard him exclaim as he headed back North
"I ain't never seen nothin' buck like that 'ol horse!"
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
A new poem as has been requested. :-D I'd had this one in the pipeline for quite a while as it was re-told to me recently by a local cowboy who emphatically swore up and down that this actually happened to him out West. . This is my interpretation (which I shared with him and he absolutely loves by the way) and now with you, Dear Reader. A Christmas Beneath The Stars :)
The cattle were bedded down on the hill
It was a peaceful sight that I saw
The winter moon hung high in the sky
Casting shadows on the side of the draw.
The Christmas lights on the ranch house below
Sparked a thought of a night gone by
When shepherds watching over their flocks
Heard the message from the sky.
I stopped and looked at the stars above
And listened where all was quiet
Then into my heart came the message
The angels delivered that night.
I stepped from my saddle, whispering aloud
"Shepherds watching over their flocks"
My horse rubbed his head on my shoulder
As he shifted his feet on the rocks.
The horse held his breath as we listened
I could almost hear the heavenly choir
Then the spirit bore witness once again
And burned in my heart like fire.
Yes, the ranchers, herders and cowboys
Who work beneath the wide open sky
Can understand how the shepherds felt
When they heard the voice from on high.
Let the rich and the powerful pity me
Let the city folk think I am strange
My silent prayer shall continue to be
"Lord, thanks for my home on the range".
It was a peaceful sight that I saw
The winter moon hung high in the sky
Casting shadows on the side of the draw.
The Christmas lights on the ranch house below
Sparked a thought of a night gone by
When shepherds watching over their flocks
Heard the message from the sky.
I stopped and looked at the stars above
And listened where all was quiet
Then into my heart came the message
The angels delivered that night.
I stepped from my saddle, whispering aloud
"Shepherds watching over their flocks"
My horse rubbed his head on my shoulder
As he shifted his feet on the rocks.
The horse held his breath as we listened
I could almost hear the heavenly choir
Then the spirit bore witness once again
And burned in my heart like fire.
Yes, the ranchers, herders and cowboys
Who work beneath the wide open sky
Can understand how the shepherds felt
When they heard the voice from on high.
Let the rich and the powerful pity me
Let the city folk think I am strange
My silent prayer shall continue to be
"Lord, thanks for my home on the range".
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
This was written many years ago and is shared with the spirit of Christmas. :)
Good Drive On Good Friday
I drove to the Kennedy Mall in Dubuque
I went to Hallmark and got my favorite ornament
It's Clark Griswold from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
He is holding up a knot of Christmas lights to put on the roof of the house
There is dialogue from that scene that plays when you press a button
I also got The Far Side page a day calendar, one for me and one for a friend
I drove around after that and just looked at all the cars and all the shoppers
Then I drove to Kieler and played a pinball game, but the ball got stuck
Then I drove to Walmart in Platteville and played my motorcycle racing game
I got second as my best out of three times
I counted the road signs on the way and averaged over 10 signs every mile
Mile marker signs, speed limit signs, advertising signs, wrong way signs
Lots of metal posts with information on them
The best part of driving for me is singing
So I had about two hours of that
I hope your Thanksgiving and Black Friday were fun too!
I went to Hallmark and got my favorite ornament
It's Clark Griswold from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
He is holding up a knot of Christmas lights to put on the roof of the house
There is dialogue from that scene that plays when you press a button
I also got The Far Side page a day calendar, one for me and one for a friend
I drove around after that and just looked at all the cars and all the shoppers
Then I drove to Kieler and played a pinball game, but the ball got stuck
Then I drove to Walmart in Platteville and played my motorcycle racing game
I got second as my best out of three times
I counted the road signs on the way and averaged over 10 signs every mile
Mile marker signs, speed limit signs, advertising signs, wrong way signs
Lots of metal posts with information on them
The best part of driving for me is singing
So I had about two hours of that
I hope your Thanksgiving and Black Friday were fun too!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
I am thankful for these four days off so I can do some fun things.No Place For The Holidays
There's no place for the holidays
It got taken away by meth
There's no place for the holidays
And the holidays will never be the same
Back in 2018 we had our last
But the last two went right into the can
We had a home but only five showed up
And we had the same again last year
There is no place for the holidays
In 2021 we're on our own
There is no place for the holidays
And it looks like the next time I see these people will be at the next funeral
It got taken away by meth
There's no place for the holidays
And the holidays will never be the same
Back in 2018 we had our last
But the last two went right into the can
We had a home but only five showed up
And we had the same again last year
There is no place for the holidays
In 2021 we're on our own
There is no place for the holidays
And it looks like the next time I see these people will be at the next funeral
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
My mom went in a nursing home, so my favorite three holidays will have no family in them, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, because her house got sold this summer. This is a parody of There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays.Eating Thanksgiving Food
I bought my first pumpkin pie yesterday
I also bought some cool whip
I like my pumpkin pie cold
I also had some sliced turkey
The mashed potatoes and stuffing await as they take more time to make
I also have a can of cranberry sauce I will have to open soon and enjoy
I think of Thanksgiving and how the Indians have a day of mourning
They lost their good land and many lives
They had one good meal with the pilgrims in 1621
I also think of the homeless
We had a guy who had lived outside our town for about two weeks
He had a bicycle connected to a cart with tarps and solar panels
I saw a youtube video of him and he was about 20 miles away by Montfort
I also think of the balloons they have at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
Spongebob is my favorite
So it's food, pilgrims, Indians, homeless, and balloons
Oh my!
I also bought some cool whip
I like my pumpkin pie cold
I also had some sliced turkey
The mashed potatoes and stuffing await as they take more time to make
I also have a can of cranberry sauce I will have to open soon and enjoy
I think of Thanksgiving and how the Indians have a day of mourning
They lost their good land and many lives
They had one good meal with the pilgrims in 1621
I also think of the homeless
We had a guy who had lived outside our town for about two weeks
He had a bicycle connected to a cart with tarps and solar panels
I saw a youtube video of him and he was about 20 miles away by Montfort
I also think of the balloons they have at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
Spongebob is my favorite
So it's food, pilgrims, Indians, homeless, and balloons
Oh my!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
I am getting a turkey and a ham at work in about a week, I'll have to save the wishbone. I know that neither Indian or native american is the proper term, but I can't remember what they were called in Massachusetts. I also noticed the butter I buy no longer has an Indian woman on it.
online today!Halloween Night
The stage is set for all tonight’s scenes
It happens every year for Halloween
The Moon is full way up in the sky
Backdrop for all the baying cries
All is dark – quiet and very – very still
To hear sounds of moans and groans on cemetery hill
If you must go out be sure to dress in black
To blend into the night to avoid attacks!
Blood thirsty vampires looking for veins
Demons looking for many souls to tame
Ghosts and Goblins wandering lost
Witches brewing pots avoid at all cost
Good luck as you go out into the night
Wear your armor and be ready for a fight
Arm yourself with your necessary weapons
Your cross and your Bible and God’s blessings
It happens every year for Halloween
The Moon is full way up in the sky
Backdrop for all the baying cries
All is dark – quiet and very – very still
To hear sounds of moans and groans on cemetery hill
If you must go out be sure to dress in black
To blend into the night to avoid attacks!
Blood thirsty vampires looking for veins
Demons looking for many souls to tame
Ghosts and Goblins wandering lost
Witches brewing pots avoid at all cost
Good luck as you go out into the night
Wear your armor and be ready for a fight
Arm yourself with your necessary weapons
Your cross and your Bible and God’s blessings
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
Halloween nightThe Day Before Halloween
Twas the day before Halloween
And all through the town
Lots of creatures were stirring
Even a kid dressed up as a triceratops
All the decorations were hung from the backs of cars with care
In hopes that trick or treaters would soon be there
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a kid as a ninja and an adult as a skeleton
More rapid than flying witches they came
And I shouted and called them by name
On goblins and ghouls and children too young for preschool
On cops and nurses and princesses and cowboys
And a girl from the movie Beetlejuice
A cheerleader and a scary pumpkin warlock too
And I screamed as they faded from sight
Happy Halloween to all and to all a good night!
And all through the town
Lots of creatures were stirring
Even a kid dressed up as a triceratops
All the decorations were hung from the backs of cars with care
In hopes that trick or treaters would soon be there
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a kid as a ninja and an adult as a skeleton
More rapid than flying witches they came
And I shouted and called them by name
On goblins and ghouls and children too young for preschool
On cops and nurses and princesses and cowboys
And a girl from the movie Beetlejuice
A cheerleader and a scary pumpkin warlock too
And I screamed as they faded from sight
Happy Halloween to all and to all a good night!
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
I went to main street in Platteville and wrote this as the trick or treaters were getting their candy. The Hulk, a goblin, and a cheerleader just went by.A Cute Boo-time Halloween Poem :)
Bats love the nighttime
And witches love to brew...
Ghosts like to haunt things
And holler out BOO!!!
But me?
I just love thinking about Y-O-U!
And witches love to brew...
Ghosts like to haunt things
And holler out BOO!!!
But me?
I just love thinking about Y-O-U!
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
Just a cute little poem and to say "Love Ya'all"!Hope everyone has a safe,fun and memorable Halloween!!
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