Once you have seen Mr. Nibbles, you can never unsee him.
As a consolation, here’s a (less) horrible poem for National Poetry Day:
©2016 Dwight L. MacPherson
Bloody leaves on haggard trees,
Dancing, cackling in the breeze;
Bristling black cats hawk and hiss,
This is known as Samonios’ kiss.
A Murder gathers for the feast,
Cawing, clawing presage beast;
Pumpkins peek with grinning glow,
Wordless wards of Samhain’s show.
Witches’ caldrons boil and bubble,
Voiceless vexes, toil and trouble;
Cadavers crawl from gaping graves,
These are known as Púca’s slaves.
Alas! I mourn the rising sun,
When nature’s hex and I undone;
Spiraling entwined to the Abyss,
Samonios bestows a final kiss…
See you tomorrow with another horrible sketch, and thanks for visiting the blog!