HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!😈😈👻☠️👻🖤🖤
Halloween poems
Inherited from my past,
An old portrait, outcast.
No place for it here,
And of no use, I fear.
A sorrowful old man,
Depicted as best as one can.
Well then, until the morn,
Let it in my house be worn.
But as soon as night fell,
The painting began to swell.
I ran out: "What the hell is that?!"
From the portrait, he beckoned,
And cunningly, he reckoned.
In the morning, still a quiet, sad old head.
"Enter my abode,
You'll be my valued load.
I'll show you a magical play,
But if you disagree,
Into a picture, you will be,
And hang as I do, every day!"