Serpent Eye Posted January 24, 2011 Share Posted January 24, 2011 So, I actually managed to get my old computer up and running again, and found this little "treat" saved in my creative writing folder! As a bit of backstory, approaching October of 2007 I became interested in writing a children's poem about Halloween, with even the faintest hope of trying to get it published in a local paper or even a book. It's important to note that, I cranked out the first half of it in a few sittings, saved it, and didn't work on it until a few weeks/one month later. Hence, halfway through the poem, the whole feel of the poem changes, the rhyme scheme is adjusted, etc. I might work on finishing this or polishing it up, but I just thought I'd share it for some LOLs hopefully. :P [hide=HALLOWEEN by SerpentEye]The month of OctoberOn the thirty-first dayListen - its true -To what Ill now say Halloween nightAround eight I recallSister and I waitedOut in the hall I dressed like a dragonAnd she as a witchOur costumes were perfectEvery last stitch The wart on her nose(Gross, I admit)Was large, green and hairyGhastly, and sick! Black robes, a capeBroom and a wandCompleted her dressSo now Ill move on My costume was somethingMother had madeA week before tonightOut of fabric like jade The back was all linedWith spikes colored redThey trailed from my tailTo the top of my head Our escorts were ready:Circus clowns Mom and DadWe ran out the doorEmpty sacks in our hands A street full of candyGoblins and ghoulsBeckoned our groupWith its sugary pull For an hour or moreWe ran up the streetKnocking on doorsGathering treats Our bags began bulgingFull to the topSuch a large load of candyWe both had got! A house or so laterIm afraid to confessWe found ourselves lost,Alone and distressed Our parents had left us(Or visa-versa I guess:Perhaps in the chaosIt was they WE had left?) In the dark of the nightUnsure of our positionI knocked on a door:Our final imposition A hag appeared before usBehind the door of oak"Come in, come in, sweet children!"Is what to us she croaked Her skin was dry and flakyEyes were black as coalHer hair was thick and mattedFace was flecked with moles Although a little frightenedWe followed her insideShe led us to the living roomAnd sat us side-by-side "Tell me," she inquiredPacing to-and-fro"What brings you to my doorstepWithout a chaperone?" In reply I sweetly told her:"Were old enough to be aloneWithout adults and on our own. "Still, our parents know were outIf it gets late they'll start to shout. "Oh, look at that!Half-past nine and time to goWe'd really love to stay and chat,But honestly we must get back!"[/hide] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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