“…gather your witches, vampires and bats,
spiders, ghosties and arch-backed black cats.
Stand them together with goblins and ghouls,
then stack them up high on the backs of pack mules,
Or store them in boxes way up in your attic,”
the skeleton in my closet was downright emphatic.
“There’s no room in here,” he said with a flair.
“Now that Nature’s done dying last summer’s fair hair
and Thanksgiving’s approaching,
there’s no time to waste!
So I’ll wrap fall’s leftovers
while you make great haste
adorning the house with turkeys and corn.
Don’t worry ’bout me. I’ll not feel forlorn
as nighttime turns frosty and moon’s silvery beams
shed light on the road to more wintery themes.
Just promise you’ll leave the door open a crack
so I can scare Santa
and snatch up his sack.”
HOPE YOUR HALLOWEEN WAS SPOOKTACULAR!
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 
Hi Donna.
🎃🎃
Take care —
Neil S.
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And you as well, Niel 🙂
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Your poem and pictures are spooktacular!
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Thanks Susanne. That skeleton falls out of the closet every time I open it. I figured he had something to say. Be well!
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Beautiful Autumn colours, Donna 😀
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They were taken in the mountains where my mother lives in South Carolina. Nice to hear from you, Lyn. Hope you’re well ❤
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Doing really well, thanks Donna. Lymphomas have shrunk by 40% 😀
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WONDERFUL! I’m doing the happy dance with you!
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great descriptions! Say hi to my friend in the closet!
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Will do! He goes back in today. Said he might have a bone to pick with us the next time you visit 🙂
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This is divine!
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Thank you, Ellen 🙂
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Very cute poem. Thanks.
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Thank YOU, Rosie, for adding your kind thoughts 🙂
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