A THANKSGIVING SPIN
Sweet and tasty it may be.
It does not come for free.
Life was given up
For this group to sup.
What are your holiday wishes?
And what could be the side dishes?
Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate
May satisfy your cravings of late.
Enjoy!
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A door among many others.
A family like all the others.
Eating at the dinner table.
Drinking wine.
Laughing.
But something is off.
The wine is blood.
The dessert are fingers.
A family not like the others.
THE DEAD GAME
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BRIGHT EYES
Bright eyes look out at me
from a jungle of trees.
Leaves rustle in the soft wind
or from some movement within.
I must get out of here.
I can not take this fear.
I am lost in the green see.
This isn’t where I want to be.
I left the party to open a closed door,
and here I am about to hit the floor.
I’m surrounded from each side.
There’s no place for me to hide.
A creepy plant is bowing to me.
It wants to take a bite out of me.
How did this party turn to hell?
I can now hear the dinner bell.
I’m sure it is ringing for me.
Dinner I will now come to be.
The Sounds of Halloween (1977)
A spirit is rising from the smoke.
Go over and give it a poke.
And see if it’s alive or dead.
Even the cats can feel the dread.
Let’s dance around the fire.
You don’t want the witches’ ire.
Or you might become their dinner.
And then who would be the winner?
Am I welcome to dinner?
I feel mighty hungry.
Like I’m skin and bones.
Or just bones.
May I come in?
I won’t bother anyone.
You won’t even notice me.
WITCHES’ BREW
THE PEOPLE OF OASIS
COME VERY CLOSE TO
BEING EATEN FOR DINNER.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
When I grow up,
you are not going to eat me.
