I had a plan, a wicked plan I did not tell a soul. I took the tube, I took a bus to get me to my goal. I had the fang I had the blood I’d practised with my scream. The coast looked clear, I climbed the wall my plan went like a dream. I reached the door and I knocked hard and then my plan went wrong. A man who looked just like James Bond he slipped the handcuffs on. They dragged me off and locked me up I missed all Halloween And all because I had a plan to trick or treat the Queen.
As published in Giggle As You Go by A B Wyze You can find A B Wyze’s books HERE You can listen to AB Wyze’s poetry readings at Beat Radio – the schedule for when AB Wyze is on is accessible HERE. David’s slot is 10.15 to 10.30 each Monday, on the Morning Show – With Ian Griffiths & A B Wyze.
