Skeletons Tell Terrible Jokes

 

Zombies shuffled aimlessly with heads tipped to one side

The phantoms rattled chains and flung transparent cloaks out wide

The vampires swooped theatrically as they are wont to do

And ghoulish forms materialised in pools of dipping goo

 

“Wait everyone,” the skeleton interrupted, “I’ve got a joke

 

Spectres paled spectacularly, their colour swiftly drained

Ghosts gave agonising moans evoking thoughts of pain

Frankenstein looked stoney-faced and gnashed uneven teeth

And through the soil a groan was heard from things that lie beneath

 

“No, don’t be like that, it’s really good!

 

Apparitions looked around for somewhere to escape

Vlad the Prince of Darkness huddled underneath his cape

Lost souls tried to lose themselves and ended up confused

While werewolves asked with urgency if they could be excused  

 

“Why …” began the skeleton with an excessively toothy grin, “ can’t I go to the party?”

 

Things from fevered nightmares screamed that they had had enough

Spooks that had the talent disappeared with just a puff

Desperate sobs were heard from every supernatural being

All wishing they were capable of joining those yet fleeing

 

“Because I haven’t got an invitation!”

“Hang on, that’s not it …..”

 

The skeleton was glared at by a thousand bloodshot eyes

And heads intact and severed were all shaken with a sigh

“It seems,” a wraith hissed softly, “that it isn’t just a rumour,

Those without a body have a lousy sense of humour”