On All Hallows Eve by Ernest Stewart © 1999/2010

On All Hallows Eve

It was Linda and I, who being quite bored
Went out to the drive-in in my fast back Ford.
To see a few movies and to get down and pet,
though it’s been 30 years I remember it yet!

T’was All Hallows Eve and a triple feature,
with Boris and Vincent, not to mention the creature.
The movies were bad, directed by Corman,
but I didn’t care, I just wanted to score man!

We crawled in the back and the windows did steam,
as I moved to first base there came a loud scream.
But I hadn’t noticed, I was well on my way,
when Linda jumped up and started to say.

“What was that noise, so hauntingly near?”
After looking around I said, “It’s nothing dear.
It was only the actors up on the screen,
come back to my arms and don’t make a scene.”

We settled back down and started to kiss,
when a knock on the door soon ended our bliss.
For there stood a Zombie, a Mummy, and Zoul,
Frankenstein’s monster, Vampires, and Ghouls.

They pointed their fingers from us to their maws,
then started to scratch on the glass with their claws.
Amid hissing, and groaning and moaning and such,
I put it in gear man and let out the clutch.

Then into the night we went with a roar,
until we were home and had locked the front door.
And so to you all, this moral I weave
Leave the Acid alone, On All Hallows Eve!
(c) 1999/2010 Ernest Stewart







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About Alfred Eaker

Alfred Eaker is a fine arts painter, an award-winning independent filmmaker, and has a masters of theological studies in the arts. His Masters thesis was: "Justification By Imagination.The Marian Art Of Thomas Merton." For nine years, he has been a film critic (for 366 Weird Movies). His essays for that site have been published in the yearbooks and quoted in various film biographies. He is the author of the forthcoming novel, "Brother Cobweb." He currently lives in Gresham, Oregon where he performs his character, Brother Cobweb at The House Of Shadows.