Ogre Orange

Treats are so neat

Even monsters think they can’t be beat

What kind of flavors do they adore

Or should I say abhor

But believe it or not

I heard this from a ghoul made of snot

The flavor they crave the most

Was told to me by a ghost

It’s a flavor of Ice Cream

It makes the monsters scream

The flavor they seek

Sounds unique

An Ogre Orange Cone

They consume by a gravestone


Writing Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

Coffin Candy

The old house down on Elm Street at the end of the block
With Broken old shutters and creaky old doors
People who journeyed in would run out in shock
Screaming about sounds of moaning and scuffling across the floor
But little did they suspect
Down at the store on the corner of Maple and Oak
Which sold these wickedly ghoulish treats the people would select
The words of devilish pleasure of their taste they spoke
These treats the townsfolk found such a dandy
Were made from the bones and blood of those recently deceased
The monsters in that old house made into a treat called coffin candy
Would turn those who ate them into a ravenous beast


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Scared Little Boy


Little boy why are you the way you are

What brought you to this point

Why so scared of monsters that don’t exist

Hiding in your room, keeping as quiet as possible

Leaving your house, so no one hears you go

Going from friends house to friends house seeking refuge

Why do you run and hide

What made you such a scared little boy

Who are those monsters that you run from

Grow up and be a man

Real men aren’t scared of monsters

Toughen up and don’t show your fear or emotions

Hide them deep inside, keep them locked away

Grow up little boy it is time you became a man

Hide it all away, it is the only way

Push it down, deep, deep down

You are no longer a little boy, but a grown man.