Dressing As Dracula

On each October thirty-first
I do my worst
To scare, and chill
And give a thrill

I sometimes dress as ghost or witch
Though it may itch
My face I cake
A monster make

Blood, when the children reach our stoops
From false fangs droops
So real seeming
Kids run screaming

This is a Minute Poem and won the TPS Quill award for October 2008. This is one of two poems I've had published in TPS Spash of Verse 2008.