Living Poetry

Three blind mice or holiday kings

Whoever dressed them needs a lesson

Costumes are meant as children‘s things

Humor on dogs heeds to lessen

The evil scary part of the night.

Funny dogs dressed as ghosts

Never cause anyone a fright

Licking your hands, the friendly milquetoasts

A nice try for the costume tests

While tired pups lay down and rest.

What’s that you hear?

A witch’s scream?

She’s falling off her broomstick beam?

Now there’s a sight I’d like to see

Finally a fright on Hallow’s Eve!

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Halloween