Poem: Watching Donald Pleasance In The Halloween Films

Donald Pleasance in those Halloween films, hanging on every line

chewing the scenery and spitting out clichés, doing the best he can to be so bad

Michael Myers walks so slowly that even with that big knife you could just break into

a wee jog, a tiny sweat and be done with it all. But Pleasance reacts with all the terror

of a man that didn’t quite read the f…