We'll burn this bitch down at 6:30.

Prepare yourself for quite the fright
Finally! It's devil's night!
Add to that, demons and hell
I think tonight's set will go well.

I'll start the thing at 6:30

Genius is truly unique
It does not happen twice
A sad date comes to us next week:
The death of Vincent Price

He knew just how to use his voice
He'd project but not shout
While reading Shakespeare, Poe, or Joyce
(And plus, he creeped me out)

I'll miss his goofy, boyish grin
He's one of my top picks
There's always that memory of him
And, of course, there's Netflix

Tonight, honor one of the greats!
And I will play 'till half-past eight

It bubbles over at 6:30

Ghosts, wraiths, spirits now do swirl
Into tonight's musical brew
That tiny seed will start our pearl
With maybe the odd witch or two.

The feast starts at 6:30.

Romero was our home sim
Before we moved Downtown
A place we kept zombies in
And let them roam around
It caused quite the sensation
But it fell flat, one complains.
At least at this location
We have some surplus brains.

temporal disturbance haiku

starting at half-past
I'm swapping with Az this month
early, and yet, late!