Thinking of you
In the absence of shoe
And sock.
The clock
Does mock
Me
Not thee.
Yet still I see
You
Without shoe
Or sock
Should I regret
That I met
With you
Without the unlocking
Of shoe
Or stocking?
I know a young lady called Moore
Who’s demeanour is thought demure.
We met last night
By the moon’s bright light
And now I’m not so sure …
The ghoul frightened him, he said,
Although she was pretty
If seen
Behind the Halloween
Makeup.
I may try
To be witty
But I can not deny
That she and I
Will die
On local radio today I learned that November 1st is National Author’s Day, https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/authors-day/. I must confess to not having heard of this celebration until early this morning and being intrigued did a little digging which turned up the above link.
From the above, it appears that Author’s Day is an American celebration (it was certainly started in the USA). However given that it was mentioned on a (UK) local radio station, this celebration would appear to have crossed the Atlantic.
I would be interested to know whether any of my readers has any additional information regarding Author’s Day?
Kevin
There once was a ghastly ghoul
Who went to a Halloween school.
But when he got there
A young lady named Claire
Said, “Halloween is over you fool!”.
A fascinating post. I do wonder whether Matthew Hopkins, the Witch Finder General, really believed that the witches he “found” where (in truth) witches, or did he simply jump on a lucrative bandwagon? There is of course, at this distance in time no way of knowing.
When a young lady who’s name is Lou
Lost her party shoe,
‘Twas on the night of Halloween
When, all unseen
I stole that shoe of Lou …
I once met a vampire called Beth
Who half frightened me to death.
A ghoul named Keith
Refused to clean his teeth
So he never got to dance with Beth.
Her name was Lin.
She was petite and slim
With long, black hair.
Just for a dare
I asked her
To dance.
She did sway
In a most peculiar way.
In search of romance
I took a chance
And invited her back
To mine.
We drank wine
As my black
Cat did purr,
But hold on there
I have no cat, either white or black,
And Lin I haven’t seen
Since the night of Halloween …
When a respectable gentleman called White
Paused by a winking red light
A young lady named Hall
Said, “how angels do fall
And the sky it is starry tonight”.
