I Write The Poems First, With Only

It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The Moon Is Full And Bright And We Shall See What Can't Be Seen On Any Other Night. Skeletons And Ghosts And Ghouls, Grinning Goblins Fighting Duels Werewolves Rising From Their Tombs, Witches On Their Magic Brooms In Masks And Gown We Haunt The Street And Knock On Doors For Trick Or Treat Tonight We Are The King And Queen, For Oh Tonight It's Halloween!

The Sound Of A Word Is At Least As Important As The Meaning.

His Blood Is Black And Boiling Hot, He Gurgles Ghastly Groans. He'll Cook You In His Dinner Pot, Your Skin, Your Flesh, Your Bones.

After I'd Produced About Two Dozen Pen And Ink Drawings, One Evening I Decided That They Needed Poems To Accompany Them. I Still Have No Idea Where That Notion Came From, But It Took Me About Two Hours To Produce Verses For These Creatures.

I Accept Challenges, I Have Always Done That In Writing.