THE HOWLING HALLOWEEN BUS WHOOOOO!!!

It's the Poooowooowooetry Bus going like a bat out of hell all the way from Liz Gallagher's haunted hacienda in Gran Canaria (what could be scarier?)

Some delightfully well thought out prompts from the ex welder and beach volley ball champion. You can even write a triolet in the toilet if you like. But it's time for shenanigans and things that go bump in the night like your big toe off the bedstead, it's time for howling at the moon and for emerald eyed black cats to be hissing and staring into space, it's time for banshees to be crooning outside your window grooming their long black hair and matching toenails. Look out for witches upon their broomsticks silhoutted by a full and silvery moon and annnoying little monsters to be throwing eggs at your house.
So get over HERE
and write a poem about it all, go now go, the moon is a creeping it's silvery light across the blood stained floor to the dark shadowy corner of the castle where lurks the freshly butchered flesh and the, the, the mother in law......... COOKING...... AAAAAAAaaaarrrggghhhh!