‘Tis the eve of All Hallows. Gus embarks on a jaunt
to The Lodge at Devil’s Canyon, his Mummy’s favorite haunt.
Flying in the dark, astride his sister’s broom,
the wee ghoul soars in his snowman costume.
Until *putt-putt-poot* the broom starts to roll—
The gas tank is empty!
He’s outta control—
Zigging past witches, pumpkins, and bats,
Zagging o’er graveyards complete with black cats…
But then – an idea – and
Gus warns those below of his impending crash.
Hence, for the first time in Halloween hist’ry
It’s raining snowballs
and for most,
‘Tis a myst’ry.
Besides this being my yearly Halloween poem, it is my 99 word response to Susanna Leonard Hill’s 5th Annual HALLOWEENSIE CONTEST: write a Halloween story (check) using the words haunt, dark, and costume (check) that does not exceed 100 words (check) and is appropriate for children (check). Now all that’s left is to
Wish you and yours