2 line poem challenge

set the oak and size it up as to what was waiting for release there
and carve lovely pendents out of it for our goodfriends everywhere

leaves are swirling round the yard

 

leaves are swirling round the yard
and the early frost shines upon the chard

soon will come the snows.....

 

soon will come the snows
when we just don't know

nature strikes again at will

 

nature strikes again at will
tis chance to ski upon the hill

building snow critters wild wooly

 

building snow critters wild wolly
and makin' a good homemade pully

gathering wood an wild herbs to eat

 

gathering wood and wild herbs to eat
can sometimes be a a monumental feat

when the snow is swirling round and round

 

when the snow is swirling round and round
and winters blanket is upon the ground


i feel depressed ,cant find my shovel

 

I feel depressed,can't find my shovel
I gotta get out of this fucking hovel

And find my way back into town

 

And find my way back into town
Get to a Happy Hippy House and lose my frown

There's a party brewing for All Hallow's Eve

 

There's a party brewing for All Hallow's Eve

come in a costume or be asked to leave


a scream in the night and its in the next room

 

a scream in the night and it's in the next room
it's just rollin wasted on shroom

back to the party we all trundle

 

back to the party we all trundle
treking through a virtual wilderness packin' our bundle

heading for a party with ghosties and goulies

 

heading for a party with ghosties and goulies
listening to bumpity bump sounds been made by some bogies

the bonfires still burning

 

the bonfires still burning
but our love isnt

i've been seeing your best friend behind your back

 

roamy
the bonfires still burning
the leaves they're a turning

the full moon rising as the banshees are a howlin'

 

the full moon rising as the banshees are howlin'
and the graveyards full of restless spirits prowlin'

while the banshee is brushing her long grey hair

 

while the banshee is brushing her long grey hair
all the while screaming, stay out of there

the wind is howling very loud

 

while the banshee is brushing her long grey hair
her ghostie stable hand currys her sable nightmare

she mounts and rides her mare's hooves striking lightening with each stride

 

she mounts and rides her mare's hooves striking lightening with each stride
galloping to the sound of thunder inta theraging sea of tide

with the wild wind at their backs as they race along

 

with the wild wind at their backs as they race along
howling a good ole banshee song

howls rising with the big blood ted harvest moon