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
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!”.
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 …
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”.
When a young lady who’s name was Lou
Lost her party shoe
A girl called Anne
Lent her a frying pan
Which she wore instead of a shoe.
—
A talented young lady called Rose
Decided a poem to compose.
She wrote it all down
And a jolly old clown
Tattooed it right there on his nose.
—
When a talented young lady called Rose
Decided a poem to compose
A vicar named Night
Smiled with delight
And went in search of his clothes …
When a vampire called Miss White
Visited me at dead of night
And stood by my bed
In her dress blood red
I wondered if she would bite …!
—
When a vampire called Miss White
Visited me at dead of night
I offered her rump steak
But she refused to partake
And flew into the starless night
As I walk through the graveyard on Halloween
I shall think on how witches and ghouls
Are only by fools
Seen.
The learned well understand
That there is no ghostly hand
To their progress stop
As they pass the graveyard plot.
Yet I shall quicken my pace
Just in case …
K Morris - Poet 