It’s Still August

I’m sorry if I cause you pain,But ghosts and monsters, leave my brain,There’s no way I can think of you,Or the grisly things you do,When it’s August, it’s too soon,For a horror movie or cartoon,Where you flutter from the grave,So all thoughts of these I’ll save,Until later, when it’s time,To think of ghouls and dripping … Continue reading It’s Still August