Laying in bed while my rested brain ran fast,
An entire plot formed, without being asked!
Two armies face off as they stand toe to toe
One is intimidating; the other decidedly less so
Both sides are determined to take home the prize
They glance at their resources and let out battle cries
A ghost steps forward, covered in a white sheet
A man-sized bag of jelly beans knows he might be beat
The ghost’s smugness changes when the first foam bean flew
And he realizes his non-corporealness just wasn’t true
A witch steps out next, with warts and a green face
A sumo wrestler lumbers away when she gives chase
When she stabs her broom in his back, things go amiss
His massive girth deflates as air escapes with a hiss.
Dracula steps forward with blood dried on his chin
Faces Justin Bieber; his pointy teeth show through his grin
Mouth to neck, an anguished “Plastic teeth can’t cut!” Dracula cries
A flip of JB’s hair and baby, baby, baby, Dracula got it in the eyes
Classic scaries and dress-up cleverness both collide,
On a battlefield where simple props can turn the tide...
*Stretch. Yawn. Smack, smack.*
Huh.
Okay... it’s entirely possible that plotting just isn’t sane
On Halloween morning, with a post-sugar high brain.
An entire plot formed, without being asked!
Two armies face off as they stand toe to toe
One is intimidating; the other decidedly less so
Both sides are determined to take home the prize
They glance at their resources and let out battle cries
A ghost steps forward, covered in a white sheet
A man-sized bag of jelly beans knows he might be beat
The ghost’s smugness changes when the first foam bean flew
And he realizes his non-corporealness just wasn’t true
A witch steps out next, with warts and a green face
A sumo wrestler lumbers away when she gives chase
When she stabs her broom in his back, things go amiss
His massive girth deflates as air escapes with a hiss.
Dracula steps forward with blood dried on his chin
Faces Justin Bieber; his pointy teeth show through his grin
Mouth to neck, an anguished “Plastic teeth can’t cut!” Dracula cries
A flip of JB’s hair and baby, baby, baby, Dracula got it in the eyes
Classic scaries and dress-up cleverness both collide,
On a battlefield where simple props can turn the tide...
*Stretch. Yawn. Smack, smack.*
Huh.
Okay... it’s entirely possible that plotting just isn’t sane
On Halloween morning, with a post-sugar high brain.
Happy Halloween!
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