Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Goobley Goom, October 29, 2o13

Tuesday,
   Yes, A while since I've posted a poem on this site. Almost a month. Not sure why I haven't posted. But it is close to Halloween and that is my favorite holiday. So, for the next few days . . . nothing but Halloween poems. All of these are older poems.

The Gobbley Goom

The evening moon is burning bright
The door is locked-up good and tight
The world outside burns dark with gloom
Beware sweet children the Gobbley Goom

He stalks on leggies made of clay
His face is yellow with decay
His breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty brute is the Gobbley Goom

When midnight comes he roams the streets
He looks for children bads to eats
The child who doesn't clean its room
A tasty treat for the Gobbley Goom

I heard there was a boyish brat
As dirty as an alley cat
And late one night he met his doom
Becomin’ a stew for the Gobbly Goom

There was a little girl they say
Who always had to have her way
She never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup! She got served up
as brunch for the Gobbley Goom

So all my precious ones take care
Mind your manners and brush your hair
Do all the things good children do
Or . . . The Gobbley Goom . . .
WILL COME FOR YOU!
 —rrw 10-31-2009

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