M.Macabre's Hallowe-e-ners #3 - A very very VERY Childish Poem (c. 16.9.2016)

 

(This poem might cause you to cringe to the next dimension and bleach your eyes. Viewer discretion is...umm...err...)

Haunt the places you go,

Haunt the people you know,

Haunt the person who shows the way,

Haunt the dogs that stray…

 

Haunt the person who tricked you,

Haunt the ghost that shouted ‘Boo!’

Haunt the crew of the abandoned ship

Which made long ago its last trip…

 

Haunt the horse which pushed you down

While you rode through the town.

Haunt the cat who scratched and the dog who bit,

Haunt the popstar who is now so ‘lit’…

 

Haunt everyone! No one ever will mind,

But listen, if you be so kind

Fear is what still ‘feared’ today

And clearly I don’t know why I wrote this poem that day…

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M.Macabre

30.10.2021