10-06-2012, 07:58 PM
(10-06-2012, 08:08 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote: White sheets, raining sweets, finger holes for eyes.Excellent, slightly creepy seasonal poem. Can now feel Halloween biting at my ankles with finger hole for eyes.(I'd stick a hyphen between finger and holes, but that's just me.) Thanks for the read.
little steps, out with pets, door knocked surprise.
Rain mac's, candle wax, fright night parade.
Goblin hobb, graves to rob, costumes tailor made.
Open door, six or more, hands outstretched for treats.
Behind my back, in a sac, a home made head and sweets.
If I say nothing, it could be because I have nothing to say. I won't tell you this.