rattle me bones and shiver me timbers
it’s a dead man’s jamboree
from dusk till dawn
around the graves
a dancing they will be
a raspy throated woodwind howls
as drums are banged with bones
and out there in the mist somewhere-
another dead man moans
with but one night, the whole year thru
this gay thread to weave
they dance the jig, and tip the jug
in gleeful toast to moon above-
‘salute!’ all hallows eve…..
This is my offering for Chelsea Ann Owen’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest‘s call for Halloween Poetry. Boo!
Thru Violet's Lentz 
I grin, I laugh, I smile, I sing. I don’t get up and do a jig cos that’ll disconnect me from the keyboard. You’ve really caught the manic song and dance. Enormously liked. 🙂
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Very apt!
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Hi Violet, are you dressing as a pirate this year.
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lol you win hands down, love it!
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Argh, matey! Tis be a pirate-ghost i see before me!
Lovely stuff. 🙂
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It ran like a modern-day Macbeth, V!
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Sounds like something you’d get at one of those macabre, skeleton-themed Disney rides.
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