The time is almost nigh – so I thought I would share another one of my original, darkly-humorous poems to get you in the Halloween spirit. As usual, it was written (actually, this morning!) with my creepy-cute little teddy bear, Balthazar, in mind. Here he goes again, quietly terrorizing yet another poor defenseless Victorian child…perhaps I need a bit of counseling!
Let me know what you think!
(Original poem by Trijan Maddux, 10-26-2013)
Little Patrick Skranton loved to carve jack-o’-lanterns –He carved them with oh-so-much pride!
His heart left him too weak to play hide-and-go-seek,
And his parents confined him inside.
He usually carved –Not to be attention-starved –
In the audience of his favorite stuffed bear.
This particularly-gloomy day,
Try as he may –
His companion could not be found, anywhere.
“Oh where could he be, my little bear, B?”Patrick searched as much as his little heart was able.
Deciding soon after to give-up the chase –
His attention turned, with quick haste –
To a pumpkin sitting on the kitchen table.
Taking a carving knife –The highlight of his dismal life,
He began to cut open the top.
To his unfortunate surprise –
Was met with a pair of beady glass eyes –
Which gave him such a fright –
That his little heart stopped!
Poor Cook found him dead –Heart filling with such dread,
As she witnessed the horrific sight.
Patrick lay there, cold, clutching his chest,
Eyes wide-open in fright!
The little bear, B…but where then, was he?Sitting there, but quietly, on the cold tiled floor.
This suspicious guest –
Covered in a great pumpkin mess –
Curiously, was wearing a striking pumpkin lid hat…
Need I say more?