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Killer's Halloween Party 2022..

The twilight sky is purple
sprinkled with silver glitter
Frost painted on the pumpkins
Autumn straining to be winter

But the clan is ready to party
Friends and family coming in
Killer's Halloween fiesta
is just about to begin

Rosewood, RoseBlack and Thornless
all the Roses are in bloom
the scent of barbecue is awesome
band set up in the other room

Covered dishes brought by some
are set up on the table
The children that are hungry
grabbing what they're able

Sweet treats of jellied eyeballs
plates of sausage, some are hot
some are smoked and some are sweet
What else have we got?

The party's getting in full swing
Stan is at it once again
howling like a dog, you see
left out in the rain

A ghostly trio singing badly
Sparrow, Esker and old Jess
which one sings the worst?
I don't know, I must confess

Cat is casting drunken spells
Boy, that catnip has a kick
she ate too much again this year
I hope she don't get sick

Have a bit of magic cookie Paul
they're sugar-free, I'm sure
it's just what you need my friend
they're an anxious cure

Geezer fell into the fire
his oxygen is flaring
lovedly is deathly still
his eyes are open, staring

Jayne is here, from Aussieland
eating fingers from a lady
Large Marge dancing on a table
the tune is from Slim Shady

Mark and Pat are gulping down
snow cones made of beer
I wonder if they're hungry yet
we've got some broiled rear

The "Wailing Walkers" are moaning now
all the tunes from Karloff's Five
plus, they got a new one out
called "Can't Get Out Alive"

The house is really rockin' loud
but the cops won't come out here
They're welcome to at any time
But we can smell their fear

Raymond and a Killer Bee
are sitting down with Jack
Lavender is gnawing
on barbecue roasted back

I think she really likes it
her lips and fingers are all greasy
eyeballs rolled up into her head
the look just makes me queasy

Tim is chewing hard on something
flapping wildly from his mouth
I think it's a dish from Lonnie
a ghost from in the south

There're speeches made by Killer
and some toasts they're giving
Here's to all the poets died
and here's to those are living

Killer says "I'm glad you came"
to all his friends so dear
We will have another fete, I'm sure
I hope to see you all next year

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Another successful Killer Party!
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Killer outdid himself this year. I love how our dearly departed friends were able to join all of us once again! Thank you for the invite. Until next time....


that you enjoyed the party, I was going to try and add something personal about each one, but the poem kept getting longer and longer, and I figured I ought to quit before it became a page unto itself! You will certainly be invited to the next one. ~ Geez.

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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Hi, Geezer!
What a blast! Killer knows how to throw a great party. Like RoseBlack, I thank you for the invite. It's gonna take a while to recuperate, but I look forward to next year!

that your eyeballs should be back to normal soon, everyone that tries those ribs acts like that! I think he kind of took a liking to you. ~ Geez.

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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he did the monster mash
Ha! Broiled Rear? lmao is that the best cut? lol
Wonderful Gee, I stopped in a few places, could be my eyes. Read it out loud perhaps.
This is one for nostalgia!

I am a caveman
Drawing bovine on a wall
With a burned spear tip
(for Jess)

the bleary eyeballs have something to do with the barbecue sauce he used. A few others are having eye problems too!. Yeah, the [rear] was mighty tasty this year. This one wasn't as fatty as the one last year. I guess you and Pat enjoyed the beer snow cones, the last I knew, you guys were singing along with the Wailing Walkers to their new hit "Can't Get Out Alive". Thanks for making it a party to remember! ~ Geez.

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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Glad to be included in such fine company. It’s long but it’s fun and easy and pretty damn clever too. As much as I love Whitman, I’ve never gotten through “song of myself” in one sitting and it’s kind of a masterpiece. This is like a nice stroll.


that you consider it an honor. I know that it's long, but you really can't tell a good story like Killer's Halloween party and a big list of guests, without some length. I have tried to give a little depth to the guests on each of the occasions, and I am sure that some will be dropped, some will be kept, and some will be added next year. This year you were in a featured spot, next year you may be just a footnote as some others have been in the past. This is the first year that I have included ghosts. I'm not sure of when the next party will be but rest assured that you will be invited. Thank you for your good humor, in eating a flapping whatever; I'm not sure that even Killer knows what it was, but evidently it was tasty, as we didn't find any of it left on the floor in a corner. ~ Geez.

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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