A Halloween Boomer Poem, inspired by “Thriller,” by Michael Jackson
Almost November
Before 7 pm it’s getting dark
The chilly moonlight
You’re under blankets or a heavy sark
You can’t get warm
Unless you give in and turn on your heater
So you resign, and tap it up to just past 65, and then you sigh…
It’s time for Chiller – Chilly nights
They make you stay at home and close the windows all up tight
Yes it’s a Chiller – Chilly night
Maybe you’ll have to have soup tonight…
You hear the wind howl
And rattle leaves just outside your front door
You make some popcorn
Decide a movie’s on your plan for sure
You dim the lights
Glad that you’re snuggled in your favorite sweater
All through the night, you’re grateful that you’re cozy all the time
Your home’s sublime
It’s time for Chiller – Chilly nights
They make you stay at home and close the windows all up tight
Yes, it’s a Chiller – Chilly nights
Turn the temp up, temp up, temp up tonight…
Darkness comes so early now
It’s time to hibernate you vow
Neighbors emerge wearing coats
When they stroll through the neighborhood
And whosoever ventures out
Winds up with rosy cheeks and snout
They shiver as they get the mail
Return for coffee without fail
The crisp smell of fall is in the air
The whiff of forty thousand leaves
People and pets walk down the street
With coats on bodies and close-toed feet
And though you crave a walk outside
Your body starts to shiver
Thank goodness Windsong homes are made
To protect you from the Chiller!
Welcome to Windsong, Where Life’s a (warm) Breeze!