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Party music reverberates shaking the house Figures dance, jump and scare the local mouse Faces behind masks and bodies adorned cleverly What a scary scene this shatters my bravery As I wonder quietly a spook appears in haste I stumble downstairs into the crowd nervously agape At the horror of this scene, I could not take anymore I held my breath so as not to scream and shake heading for the door Perhaps there’s scrumptious Halloween cake around I follow the path like a determined bloodhound The cake would settle my stomach and so off to the kitchen, I surely must go Opening the door cautiously I can see eyeballs swimming looking directly at me Worms wriggle and dance in the next bowl and the main course writhes to and frow Out of the kitchen to the basement, I go Past the vampire and warlock in tow So eerily dark only one candle flickers It smells dank and wet which races my ticker This isn’t too bad so far I guess but what is that horrible smelly mess A lump piled high to the ceiling as I start to get a horrible spooky feeling I can’t deny Eyes open wide staring at me I’m surprised it moves, groans then I see the huge creature fly Parting its lips glowing teeth clearly are shown I’ve got to run as I shake and bemoan Out the back door, I try to flee But it’s locked from inside oh woe is me Trapped and stuck like a bug in a rug I hope this thing only gives me a hug Scrambling toward the far window I find It’s nailed shut and I’m running out of time eyes all about start to glow brightly Stirring about as they hover freely noises I hear surround and scare me I wish I had an ax and a light to set me free It seems I’m doomed but not just yet Determined I will get free you bet I hear a friends voice calling come here to me it’s a relief to have some help I’ll be home scot-free Where are you I ask and start to get A feeling this isn’t over quite yet Groping with hands stretched out for protection I smell the familiar scent of gangrene infection Where should I go I have no earthly idea yet the voice it seems the direction isn’t really clear I finally find who I think is my friend but it’s not he I’ve been fooled and deceived life’s at an end oh me But wait there’s something else in store I finally find there’s another basement door I crawl toward it then here we go again I fear What is this squishier slimy stuff I find here? It’s probably not Santa’s slay and reindeer I’m stuck like a mouse in a quagmire I’m full of fear I struggle and strain again and again but then I find me more stuck what a horrible end It’s my time to go I surely know as it grabs me and drags me to the tunnels down below 60 lines FOR POEMS: You can use the Genre's Theme: Dark, Horror, Thriller, and Mystery. Write a poem about a scary celebration. ================= Cut to follow rules: Ready to burst the house burped Expelling characters before it gets worse Candles flickered over here and over there Twas the night to be careful and beware |