Prendergased
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Poem by: D. Thurmond, aka, JEF
Did you see him in the shadows,
With those horns upon his head?
Did you feel his cold and scaly skin
With the texture of melting lead?
Did you smell them, that rancid stench
From the bodies of his dead?
And the blood was warmer, underneath,
Among the feathers of the bed.
We must join him, now, in the drawing-room,
Now that our bodies have been shed.
For he is pleased that we liked the feast,
All those bodies of his dead.
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Such is these Halloween Dinners
At the haunted house of Prendergased.
He is such a charmer and gracious host,
And he always saves the best for last.
JEF --- 10-24-2015
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