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Haunted Horseman
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Keep it up guys. Sorry I haven't contributed lately. I have get in the mood to come up with a poem. Even a bad one. 
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spookyboo
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Poem
A perverted song ....Food Glorious food
What Zombies would be singing if they could say more than ahrhhgghghghh
Brains glorious Brains
you can eat them with mustard
Were in the mood, for jellied brain
all squishy like custard
Brains glorious brains were so anxious to try it
three banquets a day it's our favorite diet
Just picture a great big brain
fried roasted or plain
Oh Brain
wonderful Brain
marvelous Brain
glorious Brain
Brains Glorious brains
whats more handsome
Gulped, swallowed, or strained
its worth a Zombie's ransom
What do we dream about
what brings on a sigh
lots and lots of brains
piled about six feet high
Brains glorious brains
don't care what it looks like
raw, rotted or cubed
just as long as it tastes right
Brains glorious brains
what wouldn't we give for
that extra brain more
thats all we live for
why should we be fated
that brains are what we should gain (big finish now)
Oh brains
Magical Brains
wonderful brains
marvelous brains
f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s brains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What Zombies would be singing if they could say more than ahrhhgghghghh
Brains glorious Brains
you can eat them with mustard
Were in the mood, for jellied brain
all squishy like custard
Brains glorious brains were so anxious to try it
three banquets a day it's our favorite diet
Just picture a great big brain
fried roasted or plain
Oh Brain
wonderful Brain
marvelous Brain
glorious Brain
Brains Glorious brains
whats more handsome
Gulped, swallowed, or strained
its worth a Zombie's ransom
What do we dream about
what brings on a sigh
lots and lots of brains
piled about six feet high
Brains glorious brains
don't care what it looks like
raw, rotted or cubed
just as long as it tastes right
Brains glorious brains
what wouldn't we give for
that extra brain more
thats all we live for
why should we be fated
that brains are what we should gain (big finish now)
Oh brains
Magical Brains
wonderful brains
marvelous brains
f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s brains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
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Dr Strange
The Pumpkin Man is after me
The Pumpkin Man is after me
Says he’s gonna steal my life away
Oh Lord please help me
Come Halloween night my lights were out
The neighbor kids could scream and shout
“Trick or Treat,†the night away
Oh Lord please help me
I had no candy I had no treats
I had the darkest house on the street
“Pumpkin Man will get ya,†I heard them say
Oh Lord please help me
I heard the knock around 11 o’ clock
A knock so loud my poor heart stopped
I tried to tell him go away
Oh Lord please help me
But the Pumpkin Man you can’t ignore
Knocked right through my front door
Says he’s gonna steal my life away
Oh Lord please help me
I tried to hide beneath my bed
I tried to hide but now I’m dead
My poor life got took away
Oh Lord please help me
So come next year on Halloween
Keep your light on, don’t be mean
Or the Pumpkin Man will have his way
Just like he did with me
The Pumpkin Man is after me
Says he’s gonna steal my life away
Oh Lord please help me
Come Halloween night my lights were out
The neighbor kids could scream and shout
“Trick or Treat,†the night away
Oh Lord please help me
I had no candy I had no treats
I had the darkest house on the street
“Pumpkin Man will get ya,†I heard them say
Oh Lord please help me
I heard the knock around 11 o’ clock
A knock so loud my poor heart stopped
I tried to tell him go away
Oh Lord please help me
But the Pumpkin Man you can’t ignore
Knocked right through my front door
Says he’s gonna steal my life away
Oh Lord please help me
I tried to hide beneath my bed
I tried to hide but now I’m dead
My poor life got took away
Oh Lord please help me
So come next year on Halloween
Keep your light on, don’t be mean
Or the Pumpkin Man will have his way
Just like he did with me
Last edited by Dr Strange on Mon Sep 24, 2007 9:21 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Laurie Strode
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Dr Strange
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Dr Strange
Just this morning, I carved my pumpkin
With my buck knife, I made one fine grin
The witch she told me, tonight I’d meet my end
The ghosts are going to take me home
I lit my candle, deep inside him
Sad and lonely, the light inside him
Light my path, parade to my end
The ghosts are going to take me home
It’s my beacon, so they find me
Lonely beacon, help them find me
It will happen, the witch done told me
The ghosts are going to take me home
Through the graveyard, all filled with bones
Just past the graveyard, where I’ll lay my bones
Down by the pumpkin patch is where they’ll find me
The ghosts are going to take me home
Ghosts are swirling, all around me
Ghosts are swirling, all around me
Down by the pumpkin patch they found me
And they’re going to take me home
With my buck knife, I made one fine grin
The witch she told me, tonight I’d meet my end
The ghosts are going to take me home
I lit my candle, deep inside him
Sad and lonely, the light inside him
Light my path, parade to my end
The ghosts are going to take me home
It’s my beacon, so they find me
Lonely beacon, help them find me
It will happen, the witch done told me
The ghosts are going to take me home
Through the graveyard, all filled with bones
Just past the graveyard, where I’ll lay my bones
Down by the pumpkin patch is where they’ll find me
The ghosts are going to take me home
Ghosts are swirling, all around me
Ghosts are swirling, all around me
Down by the pumpkin patch they found me
And they’re going to take me home
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Dr Strange
When that night comes
And it will one night I know
When pumpkins carved and lit
Decorate my porch and home
When paper bats fly
And plastic skeletons greet
Scary little monsters
Begging for a treat
Will my wife think of me?
As monsters race across the lawn
That first Halloween
When I’m dead and gone
Will I haunt the street?
Not wanting to miss a thing
Will I lurk on the front steps?
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
Or will the beauty and sorrow
On my wife’s face
Be too much to bear
And keep me from that place?
Maybe I’ll just be
A warm thought and memory
Just smoke off a pumpkin
Lit for Halloween
When that night comes
That Halloween I’ll never know
Please keep me in your heart
Like that pumpkin keeps its glow
I don't know what the hell got into me but that's the saddest thing I've ever wrtitten. I need a warm glass of milk and a twinkie.
And it will one night I know
When pumpkins carved and lit
Decorate my porch and home
When paper bats fly
And plastic skeletons greet
Scary little monsters
Begging for a treat
Will my wife think of me?
As monsters race across the lawn
That first Halloween
When I’m dead and gone
Will I haunt the street?
Not wanting to miss a thing
Will I lurk on the front steps?
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
Or will the beauty and sorrow
On my wife’s face
Be too much to bear
And keep me from that place?
Maybe I’ll just be
A warm thought and memory
Just smoke off a pumpkin
Lit for Halloween
When that night comes
That Halloween I’ll never know
Please keep me in your heart
Like that pumpkin keeps its glow
I don't know what the hell got into me but that's the saddest thing I've ever wrtitten. I need a warm glass of milk and a twinkie.
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magickbean
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Haunted Horseman
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Laurie Strode
Alright, so here goes nothin'...
As I turn thirty-two this night,
I may wish for my heart's desire.
With my face aglow over candles bright,
I wish for what fills my soul with this fire-
That a cloudy morning sky greets me, a cool breeze in the air-
Freshening my lungs with each breath, gently playing through my hair.
May I see a flock of blackbirds, scattered across our lawn,
Searching the ground for breakfast in the gloomy light of dawn.
Behind me on my daily run, may I hear the type of sound
That trickles ice down through my veins, makes my heart begin to pound.
To escape this invisible foe, I must ever quicken my pace
Before it maliciously captures me, stealing me from my fate.
And sometime today may I stumble upon a perfectly chilling tale,
One that through powerful words and easy effort makes its readers pale.
The story will make me grateful this evening, when the sun goes down,
Of all the comforts and safety of home in this sleepy little town.
A sunset of yellows, oranges, purples, and some trees of creepy black,
While enjoyed from our porch guarded by four pumpkins, is now all this day lacks.
For what I want for my birthday is not the treatment of a queen.
All this birthday girl desires is a little taste of Halloween.
As I turn thirty-two this night,
I may wish for my heart's desire.
With my face aglow over candles bright,
I wish for what fills my soul with this fire-
That a cloudy morning sky greets me, a cool breeze in the air-
Freshening my lungs with each breath, gently playing through my hair.
May I see a flock of blackbirds, scattered across our lawn,
Searching the ground for breakfast in the gloomy light of dawn.
Behind me on my daily run, may I hear the type of sound
That trickles ice down through my veins, makes my heart begin to pound.
To escape this invisible foe, I must ever quicken my pace
Before it maliciously captures me, stealing me from my fate.
And sometime today may I stumble upon a perfectly chilling tale,
One that through powerful words and easy effort makes its readers pale.
The story will make me grateful this evening, when the sun goes down,
Of all the comforts and safety of home in this sleepy little town.
A sunset of yellows, oranges, purples, and some trees of creepy black,
While enjoyed from our porch guarded by four pumpkins, is now all this day lacks.
For what I want for my birthday is not the treatment of a queen.
All this birthday girl desires is a little taste of Halloween.
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Dr Strange
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Laurie Strode
