Once upon a Sorry Meadows, while I pondered on It Follows,

Thinking over many a quaint and bloody scary movie—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping,

As of some witch gently clapping, clapping at my wardrobe door.

“’Tis some witch,” I muttered, “clapping at my wardrobe door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak October;

And each Sorry Meadows member sat in fear upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—to watch The Conjuring, The Descent, Hereditary and It Follows

From my DVD bookcase of horror— horror for the lost Jack Tanner—

For the rare and radiant Melanie, and the one the angels name Jack Tanner—

Suffering here for your amusement.

Edited by Mike Thorp