Once upon a
midnight late, while I pondered on my fate,
(a horde of
boisterous Makie scientists as never seen before)
While I
nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Then a crash
and burble-blatting, right outside my bedroom door.
"Tis
just the cat," I muttered, "bashing at my bedroom door:
Just the
cat... Please, nothing more!"
September
was a long time over, one day alone left in October,
Leaves were
strewn in ember-wrought jewelled gusts upon the floor.
Eagerly I
wished the morrow; Halloween about to follow,
Ghosts and
ghouls released to borrow tricks and treats and games and more
For
skellingtons and be-sheeted ghosties knocking on my house's door
Ghosts and
Ghouls and nothing more.
And the
blatting grew more strident and the honking ever violent
Filling me,
filling me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now
to still the shrieking in my head, I lie repeating,
"Tis
just the cat demanding breakfast at the bedroom door;
Just my fat
cat wanting breakfast sitting at my bedroom door,
Just the cat
and nothing more."
Suddenly the
crashing ended and, as I'm certain they intended,
"Plink?"
called I, "Or Melchett? An explanation I implore.
You know the
humans are both napping, there's a housewide ban on blatting,
Also sounds
described as splatting, slithering, whooping and all crashing,
Especially
at the hour of four thirty..." here I opened wide the door.
Darkness
there and nothing more.
Deep into
the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, hearing,
Faint sounds
of splashing and pirate calling from underneath the bathroom door
And as the
silence slunk off, broken, there came a slingle tentacular token,
And a
greenish glowing light from underneath the bathroom door,
A trembling
green and purple tentacle underneath the bathroom door,
This and
water and nothing more.
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| Tentacle? Check. Hook? Check. Mayhem? CHECK. |
Back into
the bedroom, sighing, always at the Makies sighing,
Then I heard
a tapping and a scratching louder than before.
“Surely,”
said I, “Surely not an escapee Makie.. I’m losing the plot…
Let me see
then what the threat is, and this mystery explore,
Let me see
what’s tapping and scratching and… growling at my bedroom door.
Oh please,
the wind and nothing more.”
Open here I
pulled the portal, willing it to be a mortal
When in
there stepped a stately Maiden of the days of yore…
Looking down
my eyes espied a rather oddly dressed-up Blythe,
Who raised
her hands and growled and cried and perched outside my bedroom door.
Perched upon
an orange pumpkin dumped outside my bedroom door,
Perched and
growled and nothing more.
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| Aspen, who is rather miffed at the glue dot keeping her nose-costume on... |
Well. This
fluffy vision soon beguiling my worn temper into smiling
By the fuzzy
boots and gloves and tunic that it wore.
“Though thy
head is fur-behatted, thou,” I said, “were nearly splatted,
Hanging
around on a precarious pumpkin sat outside my bedroom door…
Tell me
where the others are, let me know just to be sure”.
Quoth a
Makie: “Eat my Shorts!”
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| *le sigh* Hi Melchie... |
Another
coughed as if to squelch it, but it only could be Melchett,
And as I
turned and looked I saw her and…what’s that? Another more?
Melchie was
a calavera, and as I started to blink and stare a
Blythe
trotted out from behind the pumpkin sat outside my bedroom door
A new Blythe
with long yellowish hair that I had never seen before,
Sitting and
smiling and nothing more.
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| Say hello to the long-anticipated Elin! Wooo! |
“Oh great!”
I moaned, my resolve fleeting as all four then fell to speaking,
Talking all
at once and squeaking of blood and guts and gore,
Of mad
experiments and plotting, of delicate things they could be dropping,
And of
things that needed chopping right there on my bedroom floor,
Back to bed
I went and left them, partying on my bedroom floor,
And as I
went, I vowed “NO MORE!”
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| Oh, you could at least attempt to smile... |
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| That's better! |
Hope you all have a glorious Halloween/Samhain/Nos Galad Gaeaf! I'll be celebrating by shutting the girls in the bathroom with the giant squid and hiding things from trick or treaters! Stay spooky :)
Glorious Wolf Hat by Manon of De Belles Poupees, Voodoo Necklace by Fil of Mok.Me
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