Loaded and ready to go,
Appeared to have a good start,
Then flashed a code E3,
Thus began my woe;
The washer required a $600 part
Plus labor expenses charged hourly.
Instead of wasting my dough,
I took an old go-cart,
Piled in all my dirty laundry,
Like a furious bat,
I raced to the local laundromat,
STAT . . .
I’ll be parked here for a while,
Feeling like I’m in exile,
Until there’s no more unwashed pile.
The bash is a smash,
So much laughter and banter,
Endless libation and flirtation.
Ghouls gone wild . . .
Dracula dares to juggle for muggles,
While the mummy enjoys stuffing his tummy,
Leaving Frankenstein alone to zip through a line.
Ghouls gone wild. . .
There’s Michael Myers bragging his blade is sharper than Freddy Krueger’s,
Off in a corner is Pinhead trying to hook up with the walking dead,
And here’s Chucky who’s nobody’s doll and way too ugly for the cabinet of Dr. Caligari.
Today’s Halloween, when ghouls gone wild.
Backdrop image: Pixabay
Sweet, cozy, and warm
Better than a catacomb
Swimming in nectar.
Inspired by various events
When sh-t happens,
Crap hits the fan;
No ifs, ands, or buts left unsoiled.
Hell breaks loose,
Time is squandered;
Stress levels up the wazoo.
Comfort comes at a premium,
Think Charmin vs. a generic product;
The john the only source of solace.
Image – Pixabay
Wind lashed like the claws of a cat,
Rain poured without regard for the dead,
Bodies six feet under surfaced and floated,
Ancient ones were decayed,
The recently buried seemed freshly bloated,
So marks the beginning of monsoon season.
What a spaz,
Like an escapee from Alcatraz,
Making me call out, ‘uncle,’
Cramping my style,
While raising my bile,
That Charley horsing around again,
What a pain!