A Little Play On Words
I went to a party and drank some booze.
The Halloween shindig had ghosts uttering boos.
I saw a black-haired and green-faced witch.
Man or woman, I didn’t know which.
We were deep within the woods, late at night.
I opted to dress like a badass knight.
A scary story, a creepy man read.
From his massive mouth trickled something red.
I wondered if he would collapse and die.
Then realized it was simply colored dye.
The spooky man held up a vial.
The contents inside sure looked vile.
Spiders, bugs, and worms—in total, were eight.
Into his mouth, they went; in silence, he ate.
The entire scene was quite grisly.
Then from behind, approached a grizzly.
The man dressed as a bear wielded a scull.
He smacked it upside the creepy man’s skull.
In my black boots, I tottered toward the creek.
I reached the water’s edge, then heard a creak.
The costumed beast knocked me into a daze.
I was unconscious for nearly two days.
I felt thirsty, hungry, dirty, and weak.
Perhaps it had been as long as a week.
Party attendance—no longer allowed.
I looked toward the sky and spoke it aloud.
I sighed then stood; toward a noise, I whirled.
Disturbing things exist in this world.
I hobbled away on my stiffened sole.
The chilling occurrence has scarred my soul.