In 2019 a man by the name of Rusty Trombone had a job scaring people at a haunted house.
He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.
Certain he can do it better, he climbed up a tree and took the place of a hanging skeleton that was rigged to drop down when the caravan passed by.
Rusty carefully arranged the ropes to make sure his feet touched the ground so he wouldn’t accidentally hang himself.
When the caravan approached, he leaped from the tree.
The branch whipped back and choked him to death anyway.
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Damn was not going to survive anyway. It was his time. I feel sorry for him
Don’t feel sorry for him. I heard he was a troublemaker. Thanks Fia.
Shit happens.. Again one of your wonderfully sarcastic poems, dear Keith!
Yes it does. Thanks Elke.
Powerfully penned, Keith. It’s that time of year, when you tell halloween stories. With a name like, Rusty Trombone, he was dealt a bad hand from the start. Appreciate you.
Damian
It is October. Let’s get crazy. Thanks Damian.
Your halloweenish spooky words are the best for the month…
Your comments fulfill my devilish ideas. Thanks PAR.