Tip the club at nine!

Halloween is finally here!
My absolute favorite time of the year
With all sorts of things to see and do--
Oh crap. Tomorrow rent is due.

A fine man at nine

He was tall, he was thin, he was dark
His voice was incomparably smooth
He'd completely inhabit the part
How he talked, how he laughed, how he moved

When he was the villain, you cheered
You could tell that he always had fun
When he laughed or he smiled, you feared
All the terrible things he had done

And yet--or to spite it--he was awful nice
There's a hole in our hearts and it's named Vincent Price

Musical monsters at nine

When it comes to silver, I like forks and spoons
I like a nice fireplace, with a rug once a bear
I like running water, and still enjoy moons
Yes, I will drink wine. I like my steaks rare
There's so many things that a monster must fear
We certainly won't have those sorts of things here

A horrific quandary at nine

Could a ghost and a zombie
Be from the same person?
How many undead can you get
And what version?
(It can't get much better
But no way it could worsen.)

Show starts at nine

When you watch a movie,
There's so many sights and sounds.
But sometimes, it's just too much.
The scene only confounds
The audience from knowing
What story is given.
The only thing I ask tonight
Is just to sit and listen.