Today's muse: Daily Writing Practice Prompt: "Your four line poem prompt this week: death goes trick-or-treating." And Marc was generous enough to allow more lines if we wanted. Give me an inch, I'll take a mile!
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Death Goes Trick-or-Treating
Five and a half bags of candy, And even some money, to boot. I wonder why they were frightened. I did wear a bunny suit.
What do you mean it's still scary? How can that possibly fit? Oh, I see what you mean ... the scythe doesn't go with it.