Peg's Halloween Party

Last Halloween was scary with evil brewing strong when Peggy planned a party and things went off all wrong In tatty robe, her hair awry she slaved all day with care her neighborhood to satisfy with an elegant affair Fine treats she baked and broiled and decorated in detail until her appetite was spoiled and strength had almost failed The house she'd scrubbed and polished to a frighteningly bright sheen every speck of dust demolished she worked like a machine! But, oh- the guests arrived too early before she was quite dressed and between her looks, and manner surly were somewhat less than impressed And to make things even worse they quipped in her living room their clever lines, so well-rehearsed “Oh Peg, we LOVE your costume!” They waited half a second, while still within earshot and sniped with vicious smiles about all her house was not How her home was far too small to host this gathering with depressing rooms and narrow hall too shabby for anything! The kids came in rolled their eyes at tacky Halloween kitsch and consoled themselves by cracking-wise about it all with Mitch Now Mitch was Peggy's husband and should've known her mind but he said things offhand that came off as unkind Then Nan came in with Merrilee a chef of snobby taste who (nose turned up), quite warily declared the food “a waste” Then as the midnight beckoned Peg raged against the room (a “woman scorned”, I reckon...) the party met their doom! ___ A Halloween poem to make up for my deceptively titled 'The Living Dead' poem... which has nothing to do with the holiday!