When the sun has long set
At dead of night
I rise from my bed
And go out for a bite
Soon I am flying
On my vampire quest
Its fresh young necks
That I like the best
Though I am in no way
A connoisseur
And I would not turn
down
Something more mature
Soon I find a subject
Ripe for the picking
And when I’ve supped
My lips I’m licking
Then I return
fulfilled
To my dark domain
And sleep the clock around
Until I can sup again
I wear a funny wig
My sister has a mask
We are well disguised
To go about our task
To have fun with our
friends
Collecting Candy to
eat
As we terrorise the
neighbours
As we go “trick or
treat”
It was a really spooky night
And I saw a very scary
sight
We had been out “trick
or treating”
And got home and
started freaking
My parents were
dressed as witches
Both were without
their breeches
And my mum, not a
natural blonde
Was playing with my father’s
wand
On Halloween, all hallows eve
Ghosts and ghouls come
out
But not to do their
evil work
They just want to
stroll about
They can mix with the
living
At this one time of
the year
And not be discovered
Or cause screams of
fear
They just mingle with
fleshies
All through Halloween
night
Enjoying the company
But are gone by first
light
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
Beneath your long
black coat
Are you suitably
resplendent?
Will you really float
my boat?
Are they risqué and
shocking?
Will they easily get
my vote?
It could mean a happy
Halloween
For a certain horny old goat
Are you wearing Halloween garters?
Answer me that one for
starters
Beneath your dress up
high
Around your black clad
thigh
Where the black sheath
is stopping
Where they are lacy at
the topping
Are there pagan garter
rings
Sexily placed
decorative things
Please answer this one
for starters
Are you wearing
Halloween garters?
If your blind date is described to you
As “a Poet” don’t go
all romantic
Because it will be
worse than it sounds
And they’ll be a depressive Schizophrenic
