Something creepy for Halloween

This Halloween poem has some bad language in the middle.....but what would you expect from a GHASTLY GHOUL.... (if you can't see whole poem, click on 'read more' and scroll to bottom of page).

GHASTLY GHOUL

Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. I'm the ghastly ghoul

I creep about in darkness to frighten one and all.

I lie inside my coffin. I chuckle and a cackle.

As soon as twilight heralds night my bones begins to rattle.

I hide my grisly features beneath my hooded cloak.

But once I'm good and ready, I'll terrorise you folk.

My eyes flash red with fury. My skin is daubed with bumps.

And all along my pointed chin are sickly septic lumps.

My yellow teeth are minging. My breath it smells so foul

So whiffy and so pongy like an athlete's stinking towel.

My voice is strained and gravelly, rather like a growl.

But when my anger bubbles up it sounds just like a howl.

Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. I am the ghastly ghoul.

I'm so frigging freaky, I think I'm fucking cool.

My gruesome face will scare you. You'll run a blooming mile.

Gone will be your laughter. Gone will be your smile.

Your eyes will pop out from your head. You'll tremble and you'll shake.

Every single startled limb will quiver and will quake.

I'll point my twisted finger. You'll scatter and you'll scarper.

You'll screech with fear, 'Get out of here!' You'll sweat as you run faster.

You'll never rest or sleep again. You'll never close your lids.

Once you catch my evil stare your life is on the skids.

Ha ha ha.Ha ha ha. I am a ghastly ghoul.

I rise up every Halloween to frighten one and all.