OH HARK 27

She looked around from the corner of her eye
And prayed all this was merely a lie.
It was a grave yard, she realized with a shudder
In horror, she gasped and was sure there would now be a murder.

In a hysterical frenzy , their tresses they flung around.
With a hum and a ho, the weird women  thumped the ground.
Mouths opened, chants flowed.
In the darkness, like embers , their eyes glowed.


Some distance away, in a roped off area covered by drapes
 Sat some officious looking  men wearing wigs and  capes.
On an elevated platform of pine wood
 Next to which , file in hand, a lanky  youngster stood.

"Come pass the kegs and let us have a feast."
From behind the bushes, ominously watched a beast.
"Have a swig of rum , or drop dead", one of them said.
"I am a teetotaler",hiding his  pleasure ,the drummer said.


"But  , if you insist, I will have whiskey.
 Rum, I guess, will be too risky."
From the keg, he had a peg, followed by peg after  peg.
In his sozzled  state, merrily he started shaking a leg.

Said  a wiggie, "give me your hanky, and do not be cranky.
To him , the youngster lanky reluctantly offered his hanky.
From his lips he wiped away the traces of liquor.
 Ignoring the others who maliciously did snicker.

 Soon ,ghostly figures from the graves emerged.
With unsteady feet on the scene they converged.
 Some blood splattered, some with glazed looks
 Some with half frozen smirks, looking like crooks.

 "Let's chop the poet for the feast, or with hunger I will perish."
Ordered a wiggie ,moving his tongue over his lips with relish.
"Fast metabolism,eh, chicken burgers already worn off?"
One of the wiggies said with a derisive laugh.

"Making fun of me , I will just show you, you crook."
With absolute anger his whole body shook.
 With all the shaking , his wig took a hopping flight.
A hand went to his bald pate in fright.

"Seize the day," the poet said with contempt absolute.
 While the wig less man cringed in humiliation acute.
  The laughing wiggie broke into a happy jig.
The lanky youngster dropped the file and chased the wig.

"Powder red sulphuret of  arsenic with oak gum.
This was Cleopatra's remedy for a bald pate, ho hum.
Your hair will again sprout, we have no doubt, ho hum
 Do not look so glum, have some more rum, ho  hum.

Bear's grease, burnt horses' teeth, and domestic mice
Pound them and make a concoction nice
Mix it with honey,you hairless miser, ho hum.
And also add some deer's marrow,dear chum, ho hum."

 Danced and sang the women thumping the ground .
 From the bushes, there was a sudden sound.
 Sensing danger, a frightened deer looked around.
Its life was endangered, he mourned  with eyes round.