Some men make us giggle

And some men make us cry

There's one we'd like to castrate

And spit right in his eye

Some men we want to cuddle

And some men we'd rather kick

Some men make us crazy

But this guy makes us sick

Some write poetry so cerebral

It doesn't even have to rhyme

As long as there is a message

Though it be ever so sublime




Others ****

And call it art




I like a rhyme that makes me smile

With bouncy, happy rhythm

To make the readers laugh with joy

And leave the poet laughing with 'em

Through misty alleys and darkened streets
Romp ghouls and goblins, looking for treats
In every town and every village
Children come to plunder and pillage
Knocking on doors, oh what a sight
Out in the streets on Halloween night
Riding on broomsticks, howling at the moon
The ghouls and ghosts sing their eerie tune
Raising eyebrows as they pass
Each one more frightening than the last
All begging for candy, they do roam
Till their bags are full, and it's time to go home