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Hallow een Story
by Wayne Edwards

I met a friendly skeleton
While I was trick or treating,
He got a ton of candy
But let me do all the eating.
He said getting candy’s fun,
That he really does adore it
But he can never eat it,
‘Cause he has no stomach for it!
Hallow een
by Wayne Edwards

There’re goblins
Knocking at my door,
Weird goblins
I’ve not seen before.
They promised tricks
If I don’t treat.
Just what do
Little goblins eat?
Scary Place
by Wayne Edwards

I went into a scary place;
I was as frightened as could be.
Sis said I shouldn’t be afraid
Of goblins that I couldn’t see.
But lurking there, on every wall,
Were sneering ugly looking things
With blood red hair and painted face,
Each pierced with bones and silver rings.
Loud scratching sounds and rhythmic chants
That spoke of sudden doom and gloom
And shook the pictures on the walls;
The lighting like an eerie tomb.
My shaking legs gave out on me.
That’s when I tried to scream for Mother.
Escape was slowed by just one door,
I probably could have made another.
My loving mom had sent me there,
To such a terrifying tomb,
To fetch the dirty clothes for washing
From my big brother’s stupid room.
by Wayne Edwards

I took another trip last night,
Across a dark and scary sea.
It was such a fearful journey
For one so very young as me.
From my boat, so small and leaky,
I could hear sea monsters grumble.
There were lightning strikes and thunder
And I feared my boat would crumble.
Then I heard the pirates coming,
As they started to give chase.
Their cannons echoed loud as thunder,
No way that I could win this race.
I could hear the lions and tigers
Waiting there on yonder shore.
I always have such stupid dreams
When Mom and Daddy start to snore!
“Bear Scare” is a takeoff on an old joke. Have you ever been terrified and then had everyone make fun of you? To really be scared of something, you have to believe in it. You can’t be scared of ghosts if you are absolutely convinced that they don’t exist. If you would be scared to spend the night alone in a house said to be haunted then there must be an inkling of doubt in there somewhere.
In my story, the young fellow had no doubt that there were bears. He also knew that no bear could be quite as afraid of him as he was of it. In any case, he wasn’t going to drink the water.
Bear Scare
by Wayne Edwards

We were on our first camping trip, 
We had hiked way up in the hills. 
Just three greenhorn city-buddies 
Out there enjoying nature’s thrills.
We camped out by a mountain trail, 
Which led down to an ice-cold creek. 
Water had to be fetched often 
Because our bucket had a leak.
My turn to go after water 
Always seemed to come after dark. 
Those old woods were full of danger. 
The campsite was no city park.
They kidded me for being scared 
And sent me on my scary way. 
Was our need for water urgent? 
It couldn’t wait for light of day?
I said some wild beast would eat me 
But they agreed the turn was mine. 
With thoughts about the tracks we’d seen, 
Of big bear and a mountain lion,
I walked down to the water’s edge, 
Where I could dip my bucket in. 
Something out there splashed and snorted 
And raised a loud and awful din.
I stood frozen there in terror. 
This was my worst kind of nightmare. 
I saw there bathing in the stream 
The biggest meanest kind of bear!
If uphill running is a sport 
Then I can make you one sure bet. 
There’ll never be a faster time 
Than that night’s record that I set.
I shouted down about the bear 
From very high up in a tree. 
They laughed and told me that the bear 
I saw was just as scared as me.
Well if he was as scared as me, 
And that is what you really think, 
Then forget your morning coffee, 
That water won’t be fit to drink!
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