Gettin’ into that Halloween spirit with a poem inspired by the Monster Mash. 😉
Goblins at the Door
Growling, griping, groveling
the goblins come gallivanting,
smashing my gardens underfoot;
demanding tribute to their devilry.
They gnash and flip and wail
until I fling open the oaken door
and they stare in startled silence.
So, my pretties…starburst or skittles?
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