Little monsters in costumes
Looking for candy
treats
Terrorizing the
neighbours
All along the street
They prey on young or
old
To satisfy their
appetites
Treats are handed over
To creatures of the
night
With their goody bags
Full of every candy
treat
They can’t wait to get
home
Before they start to
eat
Then when the bags are
empty
They realise their
mistake
They’ve eaten so much
candy
They’ve all got
stomach ache
On her broomstick she swoops
And into her arms she
scoops
A poor unsuspecting
young man
Because as a witch she
can
And carries him off
through the night
Then uses him for her
delight
In the light of the
cauldrons fire
She indulges her every
desire
She is a little bewitcher
The little servant of
Wicca
Who has ensnared my
heart
Which I opposed from
the start
I was happy being
single
But she has made my
senses tingle
And she used her
Wiccan ways
Against all resistance
raised
It is not some
fanciful notion
To blame an exotic
potion
Or the casting of a spell
To bewitch me quite so
well
Now she bends me too
her will
And gently holds me
still
Then this little
Wiccan miss
Captures my soul with
her kiss
Are you wearing a Halloween Hat?
Sitting so perfectly
on your head
A gruesome little tit
for tat
With fangs dripping
crimson red
Spring was certainly in the air on that beautiful early Spring weekend, and what wonderful weather it was, made all the nicer after the long drawn out winter that preceded it, which probably seemed that much longer than it was because we had had no summer to speak of the previous year.
Anyway, the weather
was so nice that after breakfast I left my wife in bed reading the Sundays and
I set off for a good long walk around the village and its environs.
As I enjoyed the warm
Spring sunshine, I noticed the many harbingers of the season such as the
daffodils nodding in the breeze, birdsong everywhere and endless parades of
cyclists along the lanes punctuated only by the occasional car towing a
caravan.
After a couple of
strenuous hours, I had worked up something of a sweat as well as a thirst to
match, so I headed towards home, but because of the thirst I thought I might
just have a cool refreshing beer at the village pub on the way.
However once I reached
the pub I soon realised I was not the only one to have that idea and I had to
negotiate my way through piles of abandoned bikes and was then greeted by the
scene of a packed beer garden full of people showing far too much white flesh
than was good for anyone which had the effect of slaking my thirst.
So I decided to give
it a miss after all and went home early instead, where I could enjoy a cold
beer in my own garden, but when I entered my house I discovered that my
neighbour Gerry, had not only entered the house before me but had also entered
my wife, and more than once by the look of the pair of them and I was
immediately struck with by the thought that their actions had rendered me the
first cuckold of Spring.
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Shake it shake it at
the double
Don’t drink much or
you’re in trouble
Are you wearing a devilish outfit?
Just the thing for a Halloween night
A real devilish red bloodied treat
All sinful red and ultra-skin tight
