So today is the big day. The day Halloween Nazi waits for all year at her bay. She stretches it into a month or so though. That is why she is the Halloween Nazi at her show. Back to the scary kick as we go on another run some slick.
Scary thrown around,
From hay to killer hound.
Godzilla comes to play.
But all crazy at ones bay.
Make believe they are.
Killer hounds could wait in the car.
But rabies is a thing,
Still probably won't feel that fling.
Like the thoughts in your head.
They'll be there until your dead.
Some voices may too,
If you are like my zoo.
Scary they can go,
As you dig down below.
For you make them up.
Just like that Chihuahua being a killer pup.
Oh, this may occur.
Oh no, I'm covered in fur.
I believe that's called a hairy back.
Won't give you a heart attack.
Oh, what if this comes to be?
I may drown in the sea.
I don't even own a boat.
But I could get one that won't float.
Oh, what if the place burns down.
It could take me and the whole town.
I could kill one and all,
Thanks to a spark in my hall.
Oh, what if the plane crashes?
That may give me more than rashes.
I may be blown to bits,
That sure is the pits.
Oh, what if that was poison I drank?
Oh, what if someone put a bomb in my gas tank?
What if the ceiling caves in?
What if killer birds take my eyes for a spin?
Can go on all day.
Scary thoughts can play.
But in most cases make believe they are,
As they will most likely never happen at your sand bar.
Sure, a plane could crash and aliens could drop off a giant killer fire breathing monster that turns all to ash. But will it come to be? Probably not at any sea. More likely to croak from the stress or thinking more and not less. Are the scary thoughts up there? Do they haunt your lair? Need to give them a one way pass. That works for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.