Halloween OLN

Too spooky!

Spooky ghosts on Halloween
to scare the pants off girls and boys.
Lots of candy make tummies ache
Candy, candy but no toys.
If you dare to walk alone
down dark streets in the night
I give you credit for not being scared,
not running off, no fight.
But those of you who are too weak
to play these evil games,
remember that the devil will
never forget your names!

FOWC with Fandango

procrastinate

Fish should wait

We wait and wait to do what’s right 

But isn’t fish that take one bite? 

To know that it is their next meal 

A worm on a hook is a pretty good deal. 

Little do they know that on the end 

Is a little hook, not a friend. 

And if they bite they will find death 

Instead of food, their last breath. 

So do not bite the first , just wait. 

This time its best to procrastinate.  

Prosery 5 – All Hallows

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence

As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.

Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.

One Word Sunday: Yellow

Welcome to One Word Sunday, and over to all of you to join the challenge with your own yellow post.

Yellow is a color that isn’t black or blue

It is a brighter shade of cream, a different sort of hue.

It can be found upon the back of a little bumble bee

Or at the top of some old family’s finest Christmas Tree.

It is the sun, it is the flower, it is a lump of gold.

It isn’t something hard or soft, nothing you can hold.

Can you think of one more thing that makes this color work?

I cannot think of one more thing, I’m going quite berserk.

The Sunday Whirl #427

Jimmy Joe

Jimmy Joe was ten years old and such a smart young boy 

He didn’t have much time to read or even use a toy. 

Jimmy Joe would use a light to probe his mom and dad 

For finding a new book on crime he knew his parents had. 

The book would be about the tricks that mobsters used to do 

To rob a bank or steal a car or hijack you-know-who.  

He went to bed at night at nine and woke up on one side 

He’d struggle to find where he was in the dark, he rarely liked to hide. 

His parents designed a new sort of game that Jimmy Joe did love 

He had to start with both his hands inside of just one glove.  

He’d go and ask his grandma for a nickel and a dime 

He’d take those coins and shake them in a bottle full of slime.  

Conducting labs with salt and coins was such a silly time 

He had to finish all this mess before he heard the chime.  

The chime was there to tell him that he had to finish up 

The slime, he’d pour it in his hand and then into a cup. 

The moral of the story is that Jimmy Joe did find 

That making a mess and cleaning it up was on his parents’ mind.