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Open Poetry #29

Hitchin' A Ride

Bonnie j
Senior Member

since 2003-06-27

Posts 1588
Ohio

0 posted 2003-10-08 05:32 AM

Hitchin’ A Ride

Spooky days are comin’.
Window covered with webs of dusty gray.
Scary sounds and flickering lights fill the night.
Shadows playing the devilish game of hide and seek.
Doors creaking and the wind moaning in ghoulish
delight.
Witches flying high and witches flying low,
scratching and tickling that ole moon with their
rickety ole brooms as they go zooming on by.
Listen! Do you hear?
Clank, ching, clunk.
“Darn ole broom won’t start.”
Sputter, bang, cough.
“Guess I’ll have to hitch a ride and go to the
North Pole.
Maybe Santa will give me new Cadillac broom.”
Bang, bang, chug, sputter, cough.
“Come on broom, darn your ole hide, climb higher.
Higher!
Look out for those T r e e e e e s!”
As the wind howls and darkness creeps into silent
corners, you hear this high pitched cackling sound
high atop the trees.
“Oh dear! Oh my! I think I need a new broom.”

Love Bon-Bon