Halloween Hangover
by Mathew Paust
Once upon All Hallows Eve, I'd just ingested my Aleve,
Whence came a tapping at my door, a tap tap tapping,
A damnably intrusive rapping tapping, rappity tap tap tapping...and nothing more.
Of course, I opened the goddamned door, and there stood monsters, three or four.
Wee ones, they, bedecked in hideous array as tiny ogres, I must say,
They held out baskets, expecting pay by way of treats, or tricks they'd play.
I thought, OK, if that's the game we play this day, you'll get your treat and then away
From here to stray no more to my front door at this late hour as before.
In each ghoul's basket I therefore did place an apple, which afore
A needle I'd embedded in its core, with hopes this bother nevermore would come a'tapping at my door.
And yet next day to my dismay a rapping sent my nap astray, two strapping cops led me away.
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Author's Note
My annual tribute to our annual ritual celebration of extortion.
You curmudgeon.
***
Fun.*
Hey, that's not nice. But then I gave trick or treaters Snickers bars, probably just as deadly. :-))
Cool reference to The Raven and great title.
This is excellent. Poe would like this homage, but I think you need to extend it by a stanza. It's ending is a bit abrupt.
A tell-tale needle finds its mark!*
That is a bad boy. A kick it was to read.
The best ones are the ones that leave you wanting more
*, Mathew. I'm still smiling. Such poetry.
***great humor. We call the trick or treaters little fuckers, no disrespect meant, of course.
This is too close to reality these days. People like this should have a cherry bomb stuck up their butt.*
Good piece.
Ack. Malicious! *