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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Holiday · #2208249
Just for fun...
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through our Weekly SCREAMS!!!  
Creepy creatures were stirring from Angus’ WEEEEEEENS!!!

Bob’s victims were hung in his stories with flair,
In the hopes that PinkBarbie very soon would be there.

SleepySerpent was nestled all snug with his dead,
While Sugarglider prompts popped up in his head.

WakeUpAndLive read of zombies with glee,
While Amy cleaned brains up with foul potpourri.

When out on the forum there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from my writing to find some grey matter.

Away from my writing I flew like a flash,
Tore it to pieces and tossed in the trash.

The moon on the beast of Apalogue’s next go,
Gave luster of quality vs. my best’s oh no!

When, what to my creepy black eyes should appear?
But a series of colors and smileys, oh dear!

With a happy ol’ driver of forums so sick,
I knew in a moment Angus had come quick.

More rapid than harpies his ‘goyles they came,
And he whistled and shouted and SCREAMED!!! them by name:

Now Apologue, now Strega, Beholden, and Grawitch,
On Heyward, on Hiker, on Bob, and some werewitch?

To the top of the contest! To the top of the scrawl,
Now torture them, torture them, torture and maul!

As a regular writer peers into the dark,
This underlit corner attacks like a shark.

So out to the contest the SCREAMERS!!! they flew,
With a whistling vampire and our Angus too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The scratching and clawing of many a forked hoof.

As I lopped off a head, and was turning around
Out the wrong end of Tartarus, Angus came with a bound.

He was dripping in crimson from his head to his foot,
And his teeth tore a throat from another kaput.

A bundle of organs was flung on his back,
And he looked like a Wendigo just finding his snack.

His eyes, how they twinkled, his fangs oh how scary,
His portfolio a treasure, a horror library.

His Frankenstein chest was sewn up like a monster,
And he moved with a quickness I thought was a blur.

The stump of an arm he held tight in his teeth,
And the stench of it circled his nose like a wreath.

With animal face and stony firm belly,
He hacked up some blood, and it was a bit smelly.

He was huge and so massive, a jolly big creature,
I freaked when I saw him from my seat on the bleacher.

A wink of his eyelid and a twist of his head,
Made the ravens take flight lest they become all dead.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his reading,
And filled up the forum, weekly winners and bleeding.

Typing reviews in his colors so vivid,
Encouraging always, no one could be livid.

He sprang to appointments, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he flew, throwing down still more gristle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight-
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fright.
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