SO GO AHEAD IN THAT HAUNTED HOUSEA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Slightly sounds like the Monster Mash
every-body is dressed-up spooky and the count stands in the window glittering to dust love for a ghost for a ghost and other living thingslet's celebrate wanna a-V8; oh, I forgot what's else here? you choose packs free ketch-upjust as we left alone at midnight of blood and fangs to Halloween we goexpects one those unexpected flown fast by oh, so, go see, things to do what's going on buds from them may showwhat causes them noises leaves and rattles shaken abouts keys first, I don't know let me look-Say-See wherever are they can't anyway, in most places of wings and shoes? expects one those unexpected flown fast by oh, Good, oh, yes, Mighty Mouse costumes homemade atleast I got it, I have itwe're so lost to all their clickers controls continues sets sails to Halloween we gofilling the air as it is should be better noisy limbs rushes; causes damages, mustneeds, You're so pretty Werewolf and upon this exceeds next is the best corner house yet homewards and what can possibly go wrong to the last possible glows electrical moments most whirls romantic notes trips outta this world in the ghost of my own eyes you puts it solem together solely values into the boxes what table can you eat?shipped over watersit's there in your bag of every shape and shadow alike aswhile so not to get, mine of cobwebs me wagon wheel fell off my walluntangled vines underneath hills, glows vegetables, crawling critters in gardens of meanings sad strange sunsets wears bright orange pumpkinssome go thru looks them moods they're in, to Halloween we gohow? Crystal our hopes dare the upward longing branches, stars at your core battery's low so engorged on silence to silence & ensnared, lets us go empty sparks it workswhen morning grows it's fullest fastest roses and left those there-on 'Cross the road later-on and alone and yet-so not-so cold nor sold out to Halloween we goexpects one the unexpected flown fast by oh, so, keep them, oh, so neat-o to go you hold that onto your sheet that sheens or it gets us a-safely to places in the rough patches like those verses been gotten at spots good & plenty keeping leaves thru stagesgrabbing one up on air mail baggages, let's do it, oh, no! comets again, whoa, wee! It missed us gonna wanna-be against the Fall winds taking it up on high, low are you everready much so thinks thou don't cry or bemoan sights at boards and deep void within thoughts ends well pass, follows frightens all the trees is that calm rolling on warms ourselves Swimming, running with scary bones and doesn't fret of it one bit & buttons up tight safely places in the rough patches warms spots so bright and hopeful fills, thanks for holding onto this to Halloween we goto dancing and rising up against & outta you the blue dark tunes spilling forth and filling the bowls later on be sweet with the whole harvest spilling onto the floor awhilst we're turning a shade darker down deep below now up but that isn't all how is on hardest thing to do was to await for it & make it work so go ahead in that haunted house what seems so to say, hey you! There pick me, pick me, pick me, pick me first to Halloween we goexpects one the unexpected flown fast by the bye is so pretty fair form lovely moon invisible oh, so full, folklore is beautiful wonderful soothing in bottles rang out Wow! Wee! this looks to be better than those wicker chairs chimes Spinning good songs but not-so to sit at up-hill easily picks up moments of fangs in blood oranges red horizons it's amazing lays beneath these falling away leaves I see the light is gone out again wears in the pumpkins hallowed sees you there in printat that building blocks, will it be forever last? leaves still dead on the grassamidst October's loss of stars above we below I saw ghosts passing by my eyes shut to Halloween we goexpects one the unexpected flown fast by oh, good, oh, yes, Mighty Mouse costumes homemade atleast I got it, I have itin the mires against the misty things worn wet clothing without dryers of elastic beings and plastic sheets being thrown, two by two running thru and thru ringing grabbing bells upon baggages herelet's go more from the lake below & shouldn't it be somewhat obsolete, see-saws empty and dry something cometh againAll Hallows Eve of hallow fields to fair enufffor it's been in all very good fun to be horrid on now looks pleased abouts scary to Halloween we goand then it's out, oh, so easy, simple, done, one chases gone off sweet chaos places lets it, gets iteach thrown asides all the ways with treats at eats so go ahead into that great big door, can't reason why it's shut forever madeso go ahead in that haunted house I will crawl and feel you there to Halloween we goI did expects one the unexpected flown fast by oh, so, oh, so brave poets bold what's going on is it that a grave and there-of forms beyond dead to try and contact this side of your's this side of mine's gives, receives, stills.Somewheres long lines glowing is there no problem, if so, is it the coolest yet?there-by, near-by books had us lessons, pages if-so putting together the dusty old things traveled on smiley faces, changes what thoughts will, reaches for tin cans to shine, reduces wasted time most inner resources are nonemeans beans, ham and pea soup on your lips drowned to Halloween we gomay-be you may-be me Oh, so haunted. It's all the way; Skips thru to the book's end I sat right by paradise, going on the grass readyit's spooky with verses passes on to return let it be some came back long after bones and dust from fallen comets ghosts tonight zombies skeletons starts to dance thru and thru it's right with you; Oh, for emotions in the dark at night are many stars, many ways escapes as yellow Autumn and the Fall's gray is far floated away Summer's bells fine and I likes it as thick as ink pictures spilled best ye drink to Halloween we go, So go ahead in that haunted house. © 2025 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on October 21, 2015 Last Updated on December 19, 2025 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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