Guests from Hell (part four)
by
Georg E Mateos
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The catatonic AD crow seems to have turned to a comatose state! Cos they don't read their own obituaries nor they throw epithets to the Lord of the Manor.
It seems that you are a bunch of ungrateful, unmerciful, unspeakable, uneverything bunch of losers!!!!!!!
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Absentee we hope our Mad Scientist him not to be,
although an star-struck cannot be but a “Starman”
which will be much appreciated at experimenting
with a few berserk guest heads like a Rockie Champ,
camouflaging himself with complicated equations,
and yes, we can welcome any scientist proved mad!
We will be graced by Ted Glines “The Flying Fox”
so children, it will be here no use for your shotguns,
rabies is what he’s bringing to the Dark Castle, after
that fox was kicked out of England hunting grounds,
if you think you have seen all flim-flam of sleek jobs
wait his arrival sucker! You will be not the only “one”
That dude David Hightower didn’t come here alone
cos you heard that racked Harley motorbikes sound,
hated by the Troopers of America for all the fumes
from the exhaust pipes and Mexican weed joints,
our David sure will be landing on the Witches roof
if he can stop chasing bats full of hydromorphone!
A first cousin from Arkansas that’s waiting death!
looking at the guest list this one we never thought,
quoting cursing from a raven, a twisted little mind,
Jerry Bolton will give more trouble than you worth,
those Midwest dudes are the salt of any good party
as they are coming, uninvited, believe it or not!
A fine specimen from the finest Hampton, no less,
Gene Williamson will be giving the gathering a call
from the illustrious houses of Daughters of America
the ones coming with The Nag to the Plymouth Rock,
our Gene wants to be famous and he comes here
cos of a book that was supposed written by his son!
Larry Lounsbury, Squire, will coming down the glens
of his ever greener turf from the Queen of the Scots,
he will follow that ancient of all ancient traditions
and bring with him a few assorted of horrible ghouls,
haunted ones with dragging dungeons rusting chains,
and one insatiable appetite for ninny English blood!
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| Reviewed by Ray { Not a Poet } |
10/22/2009 |
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Lord Edvard of the great Swedish castle hell
I have been hiding in your estate, where I will never tell
There will be an Edvard roast coming, this I can clearly see
When strapped to the spit, know the one turning the handle will be me
Your guests have taken a vote, it appears they want you well done
No need for basting, since you have been drinking all that rum
The Buzzard
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
10/21/2009 |
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| I have been away making blood pudding the way Lounsbury likes it with bits of irish ladies brains in it,and so many other surprises, dear brother edvard! You are making this a party that will never be forgotten, and neither will my cooking heheheheheheh...sis tiger lily |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
10/21/2009 |
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My My, Just rememember a pre-insulted guest
Will put you to the test
And as their numbers grow
Your survival chances slow
While your dungeon fire burns
We will all be taking turns
Spinning on a spit the host
Until he turns to toast
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/21/2009 |
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Cleverly concocted, Georg. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
10/21/2009 |
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| I can give you a great deal on Mexican weed joints. Just go to my bio page and click "coupon" for fantastic savings............. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
10/21/2009 |
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| Should I send our little "Pet" Dark Reaper to fetch them? |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/21/2009 |
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...I think your little brother Pee Wee after this week of fresh air will have a clear mind to bring this party to a 'head'..counting the days!
Wendy good Witch |
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| Reviewed by Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley |
10/21/2009 |
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Lord EDvard…sinuous taste of imprisonments
infecting those delicious thoughts of tied refusal
have them strapped to the chambers of my wheel of fortune
and give them a spin of deliriums girth-
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
10/21/2009 |
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| And I'm thinking Karen is right! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
10/21/2009 |
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Uh oh...me thinks trouble is a brewin' in Castle Edvard! Yikes! Well done; enjoyed this one, Georg!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :) |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/21/2009 |
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| WONDERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POWERFUL WRITE!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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