(with
apologies Messrs. Poe and Moore)
Halloween
afternoon was slipping away
The
would be tricksters kept sweetly at bay
I
was a bit disappointed perhaps even mad
Garbed
were my callers in the latest fad
Oh
to the days when spirits did stalk
And
ghouls and goblins did fill up my walk
Farewell
I bid to those days of yore
Today
they are all bought in a store
A
river of costumes flowed past my shore
it
was time to withdraw from my or treat chore
and
sit in a chair with an old book of lore
As
this I pondered perhaps even napping
There
came the sound of a small hand tapping
A
tiny rapping I could not ignore
but
to quote the Raven, nevermore
when
this last caller retreats from my door
But
what to my wondering eyes did appear
There,
shrouded in darkness a creature of fear
He
stood just before me in all of his glory
A
home made costume and all of it gory
His
face was a fright so expertly painted
A
less stout heart would surely have fainted
His
head was encircled by a dark felt cowl
I
was expecting a scream or even a howl
He
seemed a bit nervous, shuffling his feet
perhaps
drawing courage to ask for his treat
Thru
plastic fangs he drooled Frik Hor Freet
I
held in my laughter with all of my might
My
body was shaking seeming from fright
My
heart was a flutter my chest in full heave
His
parents glanced back upon taking leave
