It is the eve fore Halloween
What ghoulish sights could soon be seen
On cold dark evenings out of sight
There lurks a most disgusting fright
For in the distance now resounding
Rhythmic terrifying pounding
Heavy breaths vapour expelling
What could that be? No one is telling
Closer now the sounds appear
A gasp a rasp the sounds of fear
Dim head height glows illuminate
Past trees and cars and garden gates
Then into sight all sweat and blunder
Oh look its Paul,
You know,
The runner
Enjoy the weekend folks!
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| Jeez I've lost weight |
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