Halloween

Halloween is almost here. I have not worn a costume in quite a while. Now that I have children, I find the possibility of wearing some ridiculous get up in my near future. In previous years my daughter has been Tinker Bell and a princess. This year she might just make a very cute pirate. My twin boys are a little young for trick or treating, but if they do get dragged along you might see a little Iron Man and War Machine running amok. For me, I have stated that if my wife does not dress up neither will I.

I have noticed that since we have no general topic to write about this week, a lot of people have chosen to post poetry. Either an original prose or one of the favorite pieces. So I decided to include the poem I had to recite in elementary school. It is from the book "Nightmares: Poems to Trouble Your Sleep” by Jack Prelutsky. The book has awesome illustrations by Arnold Lobel.

The Ghoul

The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul,
without the slightest noise
waits patiently beside the school
to feast on girls and boys.

He lunges fiercely though the air
as they com out to play,
and grabs a couple by the hair
and drags them far away.

He cracks their bones and snaps their backs
and squeezes out their lungs,
he chews their thumbs like candy snacks
and pulls apart their tongues.

He slices their stomachs and bites their hearts
and tears their flesh to shreds,
he swallows their toes like toasted tarts
and gobbles down their heads.

Fingers, elbows, hands and knees
and arms and legs and feet-
he eats them with delight and ease,
for every part's a treat.

And when the gruesome grisly ghoul
has nothing left to chew,
he hurries to another school
and waits. . . perhaps for you.