Party time

I scooped out your eyes, lay them on my plate,
chewed on your flesh, it was creamy and sweet.
Slit your cheeks from side to side as I ate
and gouged out your nose while the music beat.
Black shadows loomed large and you laughed in fright
while I danced round the fire to your delight
you clapped and you chanted that evil night
but your faces looked pale in the bright moonlight.

Halloween is a scream, a laugh, a hoot
And pumpkins make delightful big lanterns
But the best of all if I tell the truth
is wonderful creamy thick pumpkin soup.

Then daddy danced too in his pointy hat
with his scary cloak and his belly fat.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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