Sunday, October 31, 2010

Getting Scared

Getting Scared
Getting scared is sort of fun
It makes me grin and grimace
I always think my heart will stop
When spooks begin to surface
When bogies sit upon the fence
And spread their reign of terror
My fertile mind will then commence
To turn the tame to error
That swishing sound, what can it be
A vampire or an old hag
A closer look will then reveal
A fence-stuck plastic bag
But lo what is that flashing light
Some mortifying specter?
Nah turns out to be the neighbor kids
and flashlights out to pester
A fraidy cat old neighbor man
Who doesn't like the darkness
Whose mind will trick him into seeing
Halloween-y spooks in August!