Yes, it is the Halloween season. I got a few straight up Halloween poems I want to post this October. Three poems to be exact. Thought I'd start with the earliest one first. I wrote this little thing in 2009. A bit of a nursery rhyme feel to it. I tried t capture that childlike wonder about Halloween and . . . those things that go bump in the night {smile}.
The Gobbley
Goom
The evening
moon is burning bright
The door is
locked-up good and tight
The world
outside burns dark with gloom
Beware sweet
children the Gobbley Goom
He stalks on
leggies made of clay
His face is
yellow with decay
His breath
smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty brute
is the Gobbley Goom
When midnight
comes he roams the streets
He looks for
children bads to eats
The child who
doesn't clean its room
A tasty treat
for the Gobbley Goom
I heard there
was a boyish brat
As dirty as
an alley cat
And late one
night he met his doom
Becomin’ a
stew for the Gobbly Goom
There was a
little girl they say
Who always
had to have her way
She never
learned to sweep a broom
Guess what?
Yup! She got served up
as brunch for
the Gobbley Goom
So all my
precious ones take care
Mind your
manners and brush your hair
Do all the
things good children do
Or the
Gobbley Goom will come
FOR YOU!
rrw 1o-31-2oo9
(rewrites 1o-23-14)
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