The 12 Days Of Halloween-October 31

It’s here. We’re done. We can finally go.

Turn on the candles, it’s time for the show!

I’ve hope you’ve enjoyed these few, brief notes,

If not, well then, please – go jump in a moat.

The pumpkins are carved, black cats are hissing,

We may even see two skeletons kissing.

I’m off on my broom, I’ll be back next year.

Eat lots, drink much and be spooky, my dear!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(‘Twas fun. Be well. And keep looking over your shoulder.)

The 12 Days Of Halloween-October 30

Counting 1 more day til the feast can begin!

Who eats the most toads will assuredly win.

Wolverine snot in abundant supply,

The Graveyard Crew shouting “my, my, my!”

Food will be cooked, right in “Hell’s Kitchen.”

Chef Ramsay will say “you donkey, quit b_tch_n.”

For dessert I expect we’ll have crème de la swine,

Topped with a glass of arsenic wine!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(Tasty treats abound. ID’s checked at the door.)

The 12 Days Of Halloween-October 29

A mere 3 brief turns till the party begins,

Loud music and laughter and she-nan-i-gans.

Today’s a bit hokey, for the children at heart,

Yes, ghosts like to tickle and burp and fart.

May you each get your favorite in a trick-or-treat bag,

With hundreds of chocolates, that will make your butt sag.

No bedtimes, no rules, no time-outs, no chores,

If you’re good, we can meet by the fire and make smores!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(Don’t let a grown-up steal the best candy. They will…)

The 12 Days Of Halloween-October 28

4 more dawns between me and the day,

See the moon cast my shadow on bales of hay.

Can’t wait to see Mummy, looking good in off-white.

He’s easy to see on a dark, stormy night.

I hope Frankenstein can visit again,

He loves to eat soup made with eggs and shark fin.

The gang will be back, together once more.

To terrorize all, from mountains to shore.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(Embrace your inner monster. Make it work.)

The 12 Days Of Halloween-October 27

5 lonely nights till the cauldron is lit,

I miss the old days, with the flames and a spit.

The dungeon was fun, the screams were many,

I think our last victim was Harold. Or Vinny.

The chains would scrape and the shackles would hold,

Reduced to tears were the loud and the bold.

I’m really not mean. I dress to the nines.

And I’m inspired by reruns of “Criminal Minds.”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(Y’all have got to lighten up. Keep a sense of humor. Seriously.)