Do folk still scare themselves to death,
Going rigid, holding breath,
When someone dresses all in white
Intent on scaring in the night?
'Wearing a sheet' was the thing to do,
Plus groaning or whispering 'Whoo-hoo!',
When I was young, with no T.V.
Or movies to ape reality.
But now our screens are full of creatures
With fiery fangs and ghastly features.
Grotesque eyes and out-sized noses,
Lolling tongues and threatening poses!
Every film tries to out-do
The others in its gore and goo!
A modern child would likely boast
'You're just a person, not a ghost!'
Horror once was meek and mild,
Suiting the palate of a child.
Do modern 'beasts' invade the dreams
Of children, now, with shrieks and screams?
Give me the ancient bed-sheet game.
Digital 'ghosts' are not the same.
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The Grizzled Sprid
Did what he did,
And did it very well.
He chumfed his splang
And when it rang
He didn't like the smell.
'Oh wugdydoo!
It's in the stew!'
The Sprid was heard to cry.
'I'll use a flout
To get it out
And hang it up to dry.'
When it had smiffed
The Sprid was miffed
For it no longer fitted.
His trangles splayed
Though it was made
By Auntie Flub, who knitted.
The Grizzled Sprid
Then went and hid
Because he felt denuded.
'I'll crog my eye
Until I die
And I hope you all get snooded!'
'Oh Grizzled Sprid
Here is a scrid
To make you feel much better!'
He put it on
And then was gone
As fast as a squinching spletter!
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THE GRIZZLED SPRID
The Grizzled Sprid
Did what he did,
And did it very well.
He chumfed his splang
And when it rang
He didn't like the smell.
'Oh wugdydoo!
It's in the stew!'
The Sprid was heard to cry.
'I'll use a flout
To get it out
And hang it up to dry.'
When it had smiffed
The Sprid was miffed
For it no longer fitted.
His trangles splayed
Though it was made
By Auntie Flub, who knitted.
The Grizzled Sprid
Then went and hid
Because he felt denuded.
'I'll crog my eye
Until I die
And I hope you all get snooded!'
'Oh Grizzled Sprid
Here is a scrid
To make you feel much better!'
He put it on
And then was gone
As fast as a squinching spletter!
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