Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Johnny Smith

During the night of late October

Children rule the streets.

They form in mobs and knock on doors

demanding tricks and treats.

 

One such mob of ghosts and ghouls

was led by Johnny Smith

and what they did that Hallow's Eve

are things you hear in myth.

 

They ran the streets with iron fists

and toilet paper too.

They also had ten dozen eggs

I swear to you it's true!

 

The night began with simple pranks

of toilet paper rain

but Johnny Smith was far from done

he had only just began.

 

Legend says his eyes glowed red

at the stroke of midnight

and he transformed from little boy

to demon on that night.

 

Now, what happend on Hallow's Eve

in 1992

in the town of Madison

is absolutely true.

 

How it happened, there is debate

but the story goes:

that Johnny Smith and his mob

broke into Farmer Joe's.

 

Farmer Joe had lots of money

and was a bitter man.

He'd spend his days on his porch

yelling to leave his land.

 

Johnny and gang crept up the stairs

to where poor Joe was snoring.

They quickly tied him to his bed

So they could start exploring.

 

They searched the house top to bottom

trying to find his money.

But all they found were stupid pictures

Johnny wasn't happy.

 

He went outside to Joe's tool shed

and brought back gasoline.

They poured it around poor Joe's bed

and lit a magazine.

 

Poor Joe's house went up completely

with Joe still strapped to bed.

The gang ran out very quickly

seeking shelter in the shed.

 

It is said that too this day

Joe walks around his land

making sure no one comes back

and sets a fire again.

Request permission to use this poem
t
Written by
tyler-kelley-1
American
Published
Jan 24, 2011
Lines·Words
52·288
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell tyler-kelley-1 how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write