Happy Halloween, isn't it a scream?
What's so happy about a bat?
Aren't ghosts scary? And black cats wary?
I never saw a smile on a cat.
Blood dripping down always brings a frown,
Not mirth or laughter or a smile,
People usually faint, don't think it's quaint,
When human liquid flows for quite awhile.
Being poked with knives jeopardizes lives
And people in a coffin, is that fun?
Death as a friend, laughter to the end,
Always makes ME joke and make a pun.
Goblins in the sky, mummies on the sly,
Aren't these supposed to make you fearful?
Eerie sounds abound, ghosts flying 'round,
All of this is meant to make us cheerful?
Witches on their broom, hovering in the gloom,
Shake their heads in dim exasperation,
"Sisters, there's no doubt, something is left out,
It's scary time and not a celebration."
"Tall tales of fright, dark and scary night,
Not meant to make one quake with laughter,
A scary Halloween, is meant to make you scream,
And give a taste of life in the hereafter."
Happy Halloween, see what I mean?
A major oxymoron meaning fun,
Coming from dark ages, where every evil rages,
Happy Halloween needs redone.
By Jo Hudgins
