'Twas the Night Before Halloweenby Courtney Mroch | More from this Blogger 30 Oct 2008 04:21 PM
I'll warn you now I'm no poet. Most of the rhyming is a stretch, the meter's off, and who knows if any of it makes any sense, but this is what taking a nap the day before Halloween, and being roused by three cold, hungry noses at dusk, did to me. (There's a lesson in there for all of you nappers out there. Especially if you have cats. I think mine did something to me while I slept. Maybe put catnip in Murph's cast and he stuck his foot up to my nose while I was blissfully trekking around dreamland. I wouldn't put it past them.) At any rate, enjoy the "poem" (being generous calling it that). And Happy All Hallows Eve! 'Twas the night before Halloween, All Hallows Eve, And not a creature was stirring in the Haunted House, Not even the ghost of a mouse. Murphy, Tabby and Mr. Meow were all snuggled in bed, Happily hogging up space While visions of lizards and rabbits danced in their heads. With Wayne in his tidy whities and me in my nightie, We tried and tried Not to let their snoring and bed hogging ways Leave us flustered and fried. But when all of a sudden explosions were heard, We bolted from bed Like a flock of birds. Murphy growled and barked while Wayne flicked on the lights. The cats stood back watching it all Trying to make sense of our plight. It didn't take us long To discern the cause of the ruckus. Down in the kitchen The witches were being rambunctious. Seems they let loose the bats in the belfry Who had joined the ghosts flying about, Which caused the skeletons To jump and scream and shout. "Please keep it down, we're trying to sleep," Wayne pleaded. "Forgive us. Beg our pardon. A special ingredient we needed." Hearing concoctions were being made, Murphy danced at their heels Eagerly awaiting the dropping From any kind of meals. Realizing treats might be had for the taking The cats joined Murph in beggin' For whatever morsels the witches Might decide to start tradin'. "So sorry you three, there's nothing left. That pumpkin over there devoured it all." What sad sorry eyes, completely bereft! "Away, let's go, back up to bed. Tomorrow you'll get plenty fed." Follow me they did, And back to sleep we went. But not the poor pumpkin. He was totally spent!
Courtney Mroch writes about animals great and small in Pets and the harmony and strife that encompasses married life in Marriage. For a full listing of her articles click here. Related Articles Happy Haunting, Amelia Bedelia - Herman Parish Autumn Recipes: G is for Ghoulish Goulash Halloween Fun for the Entire Family Halloween Recipes: Creepy Chili Bones and Mutilated Zombie Cookies Scary Places: The White House - Part II Scary Places: The Stanley Hotel, Estes Park, Colorado Scary Places: The Farnsworth House Inn Photo credits: Learn more about Courtney Mroch  Courtney Mroch is a wife, a proud pet parent, and a writer. She's been with her husband, high school sweetheart Wayne Pryor, over 20 years, married 11 of those. She's "mom" to Mr. Meow, a.k. Relevantpets tags User Comments No comments on this article yet. Be the first to comment! Community Tags halloween, Night Before Christmas, Night Before Halloween, poem Discuss this article
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Here's something way, way, way off the normal course of offerings from me to you here in the Pets Blog. My attempt at paying homage to a classic holiday poem, "The Night Before Christmas" by Clement C. Moore --but with a twist. And it stars my three little monkeys: Murphy, Mr. Meow and Tabby. (Along with some seasonally appropriate Halloween cohorts, of course.)
