Halloween Horror- A poem from Kitten Poet

Halloween Horror

Vampire bats

And witch’s cats,

Graveyards shrouded in mist,

I was cursed

By seeing the worst,

The dance of the zombie twist.

This zombie dance

Was not by chance,

It was by pure design,

Meant to perturb

And disturb

The privacy that once was mine.

Yes, I had a real fright

On Halloween night

That chilled me to my core.

This zombie dance I saw

Was the last straw!

From then on it was war!

My little brother

And no other

Was the zombie, you see.

And the crazy jig

The little pig

Danced was just for me.

The little dude

Meant to intrude

With his demented zombie squirm.

He was in My space

And in my face,

The rotten little worm.

My bedroom door sign

KEEP OUT OR DIE!

Meant nothing to this creep.

He always knew

I’d never follow through

And kill him in his sleep.

Threats didn’t work

On this jerk;

He always knew a bluff.

But I’d had my fill;

It was time to kill!

Enough was enough!

I know that others

Have kid brothers

Whom they would call a brat,

But none compare

Anywhere

To my little brother, the rat.

The life I knew

Its peace was through

And now I daily morn

That wicked day

In early May

When the little brat was born.

For since the day he walked

(And worse learned to talk)

He has set his traps for me.

His toys on the stairs

Have caught me unawares

Since the day that he turned three.

He was smart,

The little fart,

And it was always the same,

For the things he’d take

Or the toys he’d break,

I would get the blame.

His innocent eyes

Told convincing lies

Before he learned to speak.

When he began to walk

And then to talk,

He became a bigger sneak.

As he’s grown older

His traps are now bolder,

And now that he’s turned ten

He just mastered some pranks

For which I got the spanks

With his angel-faced lies again!

What could I do

When every clue

Pointed directly at me?

I wasn’t to blame;

I was framed!

I didn’t spill the black tea

Out of my jug

On mom’s white Persian rug,

The little brat had she me up!

He left drops on the floor

Leading right to my door,

And inside he left the cup!

He took such glee

In tormenting me

And was ever on the attack,

But I knew without fail

He would tattle-tale,

So I could never get him back.

I had to simply endure

My immature

Brother’s wicked plots

Which never ceased,

Not in the least,

To tie me up in knots.

I turned thirteen

This Halloween,

It was my birthday, you see,

Which was always fun

Since everyone

Dressed up just for me.

Mom and dad said OK

To a party that day

For some new high-school friends I’d made.

At first I was glad,

Then I got mad;

Let my brother be gone, I prayed.

I knew we would clash

And he would try to crash

My first parent-free party I was allowed.

I’d have offered him pay

To stay away,

But I was far too proud.

So I begged instead,

Yes, I pled!

For my party please stay outside.

The little angel said yes,

But you can probably guess,

The little devil in him had lied.

I was deceived

For I’d believed

This time, at last,

He would obey.

I should have guessed

The little pest

Was planning to ruin my day.

He seemed sincere,

The little dear,

He promised he’d be meeting

Some friends at the mall

Where they would all

Go out trick or treating.

This was great!

He’d be out late

Going from door to door,

Hitting the streets

For all the treats;

I couldn’t’t ask got more!

This was fine!

The upstairs was mine!

And while mom and dad watched TV

Just below,

I’ll have you know

I had never felt so free!

My friends arrived

About half past five,

And with my brother away,

It was sublime;

We had a great time!

But that was about to change.

I didn’t suspect

My night would be wrecked

By my rotten little bro,

Since he’d gone away

For the day;

In fact, I’d seen him go!

But later unawares

He crept up the back stairs,

And with his friends crawled across the floor.

Then my once cool bash

Turned Monster Mash

When they crashed through my bedroom door!

The dummy

Was dressed like a mummy.

His friends (the miserable souls)

Normally weird,

Now appeared

To look like a bunch of trolls!

Those clowns

Even brought their own sounds

With a boom-box turned up full-blast,

Screaming like nuts

And shaking their butts;

My patience was fading fast.

Those ghouls and freaks,

Fools and geeks,

Then competed in a Halloween dance!

Each tried to win big

In this bizarre shindig;

Even my friends clapped their hands!

Next I heard the crowd shout,

Then there was no doubt,

My brother would be crowned strangest of all.

Little bro, take a bow,

You’re the weirdest, but how,

Sure to win this monster’s ball.

For with a twist and jerk,

His moves seemed berserk,

With a crazy zombie sway.

He won top prize!

But they didn’t realize,

The little freak always dances that way!

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Christmas Crackers

When Christmas came

Things weren’t the same;

My brother had finally changed.

Only he’d gotten worse

And more perverse,

In fact, he was deranged!

His greatest thrill

Of course was still

Pulling pranks on me

With mom and dad,

Boiling mad,

Playing referee.

They were still fooled

And being ruled

By this petty tyrant king

Who was ill-behaved

And in fact depraved,

The wretched little thing.

Oh, how quaint

The old complaint

I had against this lad.

I never guessed

He’d become the best

In being so bad.

Want a shock?

Your jaw to drop?

You just won’t believe

What he did,

The rotten kid,

The trick he had up his sleeve.

You won’t guess

The great big mess

He made of my life,

All the pain,

So inhumane

That cut me like a knife.

He spread a rumor

That I had a tumor.

How can I forgive

In this time of Yule

That he told the whole school

I had a few weeks to live?

I got a get-well card

From the crossing-guard

When I walked to school next day.

And the bible-belt

Kids all knelt

Down by my feet to pray!

What is wrong

I asked the throng.

Why all the tears?

Seems my brother had said

That I’d be dead

Before the new year’s.

And in keeping,

Teachers were weeping.

And it was a great big pain

To console

Each saddened soul

And once again explain:

“I must confide

My brother lied;

This is his idea of fun!”

All I can say

Is that all day

Everyone was stunned!

But eventually

It dawned on me

With a blinding light so vast,

This was a heaven sent

Christmas present;

The brat will be caught at last!

I had a smile

Big as a mile,

And if anybody asked

Why this was

I answered because

The devil will be unmasked!

The truth will out!

I had no doubt

My parents would now take my side!

Finally

They would see,

Young Dr. Jekyll was Mr. Hyde!

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New Year’s News

What can I say?

It’s a brand new day

Whose troubles are in the past!

The clouds are gone,

They have moved on;

The sun now shines at last!

The flowers bloom

With sweet perfume

And I just want to sing!

Such a change

On the home-range;

Winter has turned to Spring!

What a surprise

When my brother’s lies

Were exposed for all to see!

He confessed

Under duress

When given the third-degree.

He couldn’t thwart

This family court,

And while at first he wouldn’t’t budge,

Eventually

He copped a plea,

With mom and dad as judge.

I wish I’d seen

When he came clean,

And watched the trial first-hand.

It would have been cool

To watch the fool

Break down on the stand.

But I was outside

When he was tried,

And so I and to wait

Impatiently

To finally see

What would be his fate.

My prediction

Was conviction,

Since my school principal had called

To say that he

Certainly

Was never more appalled,

And that my brother’s actions

Had caused more distraction,

Anguish pain and fear

To all unduly,

(Except yours, truly)

Than anyone in his career.

But as for me,

I felt only glee

That he’d been caught this time:

For I understood

That now he would

Pay for his crime!

Later on I

Thought I’d die,

For with a haw and hem,

I was to see

An apology

From all three of them!

You’ll never guess!

The brat had confessed

To all his sin of past times!

What did they do

To make him own up to

All his many crimes?

I felt bad

For mom and dad,

But I didn’t feel bad at all

Or lament

That punishment

Would shortly befall

The little brat

Who I hoped that

(And I am most sincere)

Would be grounded for

A whole lot more

Than an entire year.

But how terrible,

How unbearable

The price that he would pay!

My nemesis

Would see a psychiatrist!

He would go the very next day!

Oh, how mean,

How obscene!

I felt sorry most, I think,

For the man whom they spoke,

The unsuspecting bloke,

Who would have to be his shrink!

I just finished this poem recently and this is the first time I’ve shared it. Nor have I shared any of my poems other than with my TDK family. Your wonderful members have supported me through tough times. Recently, 4 cats have been stolen away most likely to die from my apartment complex. Three belonged to other tenants here. One was my cat Scooter who was 13 years

old and the best friend I’ve ever had. I strongly suspect gang members who live next door. I will never forget my kitty. I have three other cats who will never be allowed to go outside again. Thank you everyone for your encouragement. My love to all.