Joan of ARGH!

The mummy rose and thrashed around,

Rags shook loose and came unwound.

Face exposed brought shrieks and shivers,

Hey, wait a minute. That’s Joan Rivers.

©2013 Dave Clegg

Some Doo

Bat shapeshifting caused him stress.

(Those critters make an awful mess.)

As things piled up, The Count got wiser. 

Guano makes great fertilizer.

©2013 Dave Clegg

Zombie Love

The zombie couple kissed and smiled

Their knock-down, drag-out reconciled.

Hatchets buried, wounds forgotten,

Now he’s dying to spoil her rotten.

©2013 Dave Clegg

Booster Shot

Said the doctor to the ghost,

“Your boo is shot, your shriek is toast.” 

Such a tragic paradox

A poltergeist with worn out shocks.

©2013 Dave Clegg

Waterlogged

The creature from the Black Lagoon

Just HATES it when his fingers prune.

Alas, aquatic life demands

A tolerance for dishpan hands.

©2013 Dave Clegg

The Hand That Feeds You

Zombie kids love Trick-or-Treat,

But don’t let that mislead you. 

They believe it’s twice as sweet 

To bite the hand that feeds you. 

©2013 Dave Clegg

Dirty Laundry

Feeling fearsome in his shroud

First, he needs to find a crowd.

The mummy yields to modern ways

Facebook selfies rule these days. 

Frequent posting solves a quandary;

Where to air his dirty laundry.

Keeps it civil, not too bitter.

He saves all that stuff for Twitter. 

©2013 Dave Clegg