HaPpY HaLlOWeEN! (Belated)

Trick or treat?  You decide.

I was shaking out some of the cobwebs in my head, when I discovered these little dears and their mum.  Please allow me to introduce to you the grieving widow, Venomessa Webber and her children.  There were 13 at last count,but the little buggers won't stop devouring each other.

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*WARNING:  The following is not intended for children.*

A Black Widow's Fear 

One night Mother Webber tucked her little kiddies into bed.

"Please tell us a spooky story," they’d pled.

Oh darlings, not just before bed.

How 'bout I tell you about your daddy instead?

"Oh yes - we love that story," they all said.

With the exception of Junior, who frantically nodded his head.

Well all right.  As you know; it was the night that we had wed.

Your daddy had gone out to pick up some bread. 

Being customary for a groom to keep his wife well fed.

The next morning is when your daddy was found - DEAD!

Mysteriously caught in our web without any bread the detective had said.

Now Mommy’s a widow ::sigh:: mourning forever with eyes eternally red. 

You'll all inherit the family curse just as soon as you've bred.

But your poor little brother won’t be so lucky I dread.

Sure he’ll roll in the hay, but he won’t make it past his wedding day.

Poor Junior couldn’t sleep a wink that night; horrified at what his mommy had to say.

"I refuse to be a victim of foul play!"

"I’ll never take a bride - no way!"

"Let some other sucker be a female’s prey!" 

After much thought, he concluded his only option was to turn gay.

So he stayed up all night practicing his sashay.