THE HEADLESS NIGHT TERROR

I saw a ghost in the hall, with a big sharp ax, and he was blood red,

He was dripping blood on my floor, and missing his natural, human head,

I said, "please, Mr. Ghost, go away,

I just cannot take this, today,"

The ghost lifted his ax; a voice filled the room, "I'm taking your head, hooray!"

THE ANGEL BEAST

The smoky fires in Canada, have clouded my rural store,

I don't sell much here, except pop, smokes, chips and my stories of lore,

I tell tourists of the angel beast,

While perched on smoke clouds, he picks his feast,

Tourists filled with my smokes, chips and pop, are the ones he picks, the least.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD AND THE ZOMBIE

I'm Herschel, a two foot tall zombie, and I lurk in the woods,

I only eat the brains of pesky, Little Red Riding Hoods,

Red Hoods are very good to eat,

They tingle the toes on my feet,

Their brains are candy tasty, like vanilla banana puds.