Angry Villager Anthology--"Mischievous"

[The first installment of the poetry sequence that will run each day in October.]

"Mischievous"

The Mob

C'mon Tom, Charlie, Emory, and Frank,
Rupert Daugherty's caught the October bogy,
That semi-human Quasimodo that's been harassing us.
Only fitting the thing's been snared here on the eve of Halloween,
After it turned Mischief Night into a month-long campaign.

C'mon Kate, Lizzie, Ellen, and Rebecca,
You've just as much right to punish the monster's wrongs:
Sneaking in our yards, peeping in our windows,
Desecrating the cemetery, smashing Jeb Llewellyn's pumpkins,
Preying on our animals, fraying our nerves with its elusiveness,
Scaring more than the bejesus outta Cyndi Anders earlier today.
It's time that wretch met Grantwood's Unwelcoming Committee.

C'mon Tyrus, Juan, Gunther, and Angelina,
We're all of us coming together to celebrate.
Now that we've got hold of the monster at last
We aim to march it through the streets of the town,
The very thoroughfares it'd made us wary of traversing after dark.

C'mon everyone, come outside and join in.
Grab whatever's handy--knife, pitchfork, lead pipe, wooden bat.
When we get to the town square you can each take a turn.
We plan on lashing the bastard to the Founder's statue
And then bashing it open like some living piñata.
Huzzah!  Our vengeance is going to be sweeter than all of
The candy handed out to the costumed monsters tomorrow night.