All Hallows Eve is almost here,
the spookiest night of the year.
You may see a ghost, witch or ghoul
for this is the time these beings rule.

Front porch stoops are their favorite haunt,
there they gather to giggle and taunt.
Ringing doorbells, shouting "Trick or Treat,"
only to be appeased by something sweet.

Greedily they grab handfuls of candy,
stuffing it in sacks they always keep handy.
The creatures then vanish as quickly as they came,
to torment others with their silly game.

Midnight comes, the "witching hour,"
the sweets are sorted, ready to devour.
In a short time, the candy has vanished,
into stomachs totally famished.

Soon the creatures begin to moan,
all that sugar making them groan.
Slowly they crawl into their beds,
pulling the blankets over their heads.

Quietly, each creature is heard to say,
"I'm glad Halloween is a year away."

||©Charlene Ashborn||

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