Post by Graveyardbride on Oct 27, 2016 13:08:21 GMT -5
Don’t Open the Door
Jack-o-lanterns glowed, the porch light was on,
Mom and Dad were about to leave home
For a Halloween party – adults only
Without any juvenile baloney,
And the twins would be staying with Dawn.
Their daughter was strange, even for a teen,
A clueless liberal and they weren’t too keen
About leaving the kids in her care.
She wasn’t what you’d call aware
And could open the door to a fiend.
'Now, Dawn, you most be careful,' Mom said.
'I’m going to be blunt, you could end up dead.
'If you open the door to the wrong man,
'Some black, Mexican or Afghan ....
'Some Muslim could rape you and cut off your head.'
Dawn rolled her eyes, her mother was prejudiced
She hated everyone, especially immigrants.
But Dawn wasn’t her mother
All men were her brother.
Only the bigoted were constantly vigilant.
One twin was a ghost, the other a bat,
Dawn all in white, thought she looked fat.
Knock, knock at the door,
Kids, nothing more,
A witch, a goblin and an overweight cat.
The night went smoothly, then her brother cried,
‘They look like Somalis, the three men outside!’
‘They’re just like us,
‘Stop making a fuss,’
Dawn, the progressive, replied.
‘Don’t open the door, you know what Mom said,
‘Those crazy people like chopping off heads.
‘If you turn that knob
‘We might get robbed,
‘It’s late, let’s all go to bed.’
Dawn scowled, ‘You’re two little racists,
‘You hate them and you have no basis
‘For your fear or loathing.
‘Those men are just hoping,
‘For a greeting, they’re not gonna rape us!’
As the twins left the room, Dawn opened the door.
‘The candy bowl’s empty, I’ll get some more.
‘Let’s sit down and talk,
‘Did you have far to walk?’
‘Halloween can be such a bore.’
Hiding outside, the twins both were crying,
Dawn was a moron, but they didn’t want her dying
But maybe Dawn was right
No reason for fright.
Maybe their parents were lying.
From their hiding place in the dark
They saw the Muslims depart.
They called out for their sister,
But she didn’t answer.
All they heard was a distant dog bark.
The twins waited for their folks outside
Trying to conceal how much they’d cried.
Now they were here,
There was nothing to fear,
And they ran to their parent’s side.
‘Where’s Dawn?’ Dad asked. ‘She’s unstable.
‘Letting you kids out, that’s a betrayal.’
She let in three strange men,
Now she’s in the den
And her head’s on the dining room table.