Poem:Halloween
Diary Of Barbie's Worst Enemy | Poem:Halloween
I hate Halloween. With all my heart.
Simply because he called me 'pumpkin'.
The childhood sweetheart who scarred my heart
who lived to cave my pretty face in.
Simply because he called me 'pumpkin'.
The childhood sweetheart who scarred my heart
who lived to cave my pretty face in.
I hate Halloween. With a passion.
Because all the ghouls creep out at night.
In my life, bad men are in fashion:
serial dating fright after fright.
I hate Halloween. With its tricks, treats,
its thugs throwing eggs and flour at homes.
Blackmailing ASBO-kids with cheap sweets
as I quiver at home with hormones.
I hate Halloween. With its dark face,
shrouding me with its cape of the past.
Reminding me how he’d crowd my space
and how ‘stupid me’ thought it would last…
I love November the First so much,
where I can re-cleanse, try to forget.
Where I can forget his knuckled touch
and the worst man I have ever met.
(c) Sarah Parry 2006.