Upon my own way to the grocery store
My hairs stood erect as I entered the door
It smelled faintly of brimstone and a pitchfork of red
Was held by a villain with horns on his head
My pearls I twisted in knuckles turned white
"Behind me foul Satan! Be gone from my sight!"
But the laugh in response had an innocent timbre
"'Tis only a costume. The month is October"
Code block does some funny coloring to the text that I thought you were doing something with before I realized it’s some automatic function, but it’s a neat poem regardless.
Upon my own way to the grocery store My hairs stood erect as I entered the door It smelled faintly of brimstone and a pitchfork of red Was held by a villain with horns on his head My pearls I twisted in knuckles turned white "Behind me foul Satan! Be gone from my sight!" But the laugh in response had an innocent timbre "'Tis only a costume. The month is October"Thanks for sharing! Neat poem.
Code block does some funny coloring to the text that I thought you were doing something with before I realized it’s some automatic function, but it’s a neat poem regardless.