Howl-oween by Bruce W Niedt
It happens only once every few years,
Thank goodness, and not in-between,
An event that elicits my worst fears -
Full moon on this night, Halloween.
On the back of my hand is a pentagram;
It's a difficult thing to refute.
The gypsy said my future was programmed,
Every month I would end up hirsute.
I can feel that my five-o-clock shadow
Is three days ahead, there's no doubt,
As I howl at the moon out the window
And my nose lengthens into a snout.
My nails are looking more daggered,
And my canines are sharpening up,
My countenance morphs into haggard,
I'm a seriously unsightly pup.
As I slaver and scramble on all-fours,
The neighbors are puzzled and ask,
Greeting me with a smile at their front doors,
"Hey, man, whered you get the great mask?"
But I'm really a bona fide lycanthrope,
Not some kid out to play "trick-or-treat",
And I'll tell you, there's virtually no hope
I'll favor candy over red meat.
10/31/2001 Posted on 10/31/2001 Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/31/02 at 12:24 PM A great Halloween Party read to kids or gownups I think! (It made me grin--oops! I was to be horrified! Right?) Great imagination, masterfully rhymed. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/31/02 at 12:24 PM OOPS! Congratulations on POTD! |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/31/02 at 12:55 PM Brilliant, witty as usual Bruce...and even humorous this time. Congrats on POTD!! :o) |
Posted by JD Clay on 10/31/02 at 02:00 PM Trick-or-treat! This is a timeless classic, sure to come ahaunting, especially on those full moons. The last line is extraodinaire befitting the Poem Of The Day, congratulations pal and Happy Halloween! Peace... |
Posted by Christopher Shin on 10/02/03 at 09:08 PM A very humorous ending. I like this poem. Thanks Bruce. |
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