They lurk in the trees and bushes at night <br /> On Summers Eves nights, <br /> During the full moons eight, <br /> Ghostly white faces with horns and grins <br /> And they take their fun out on you. [mocking] <br /> <br /> Playing a trick they may cast a spell <br /> Making believe your in love with another [guys gal] <br /> <br /> Their mean little snitches, <br /> That wear dirty patched britches, <br /> And make me want to beat them down. <br /> <br /> Every full moon some fool comes along <br /> Making the same mistake as before <br /> Those hobgoblins swoon with laughter <br /> To find another straight victim again <br /> <br /> Those pranks get older and we get wiser <br /> Because we find ourselves forewarned<br /><br />Joyce N.Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hobgoblins/
