It happens on the night
Of Halloween
When the spirits of
creatures
Can pass between
And some spooky spooks
Might well be seen.
Some ghouls are good
And others are mean
Some ghosts have
substance
And visibly preen
While others glow
Luminescent green
But watch out for
witches
That arrive on the
scene
For in the blink of an
eye
They’ll whip out your
spleen
It is All Hallows Eve
The night of all souls
Samhain Day
When the wiccans wail
At the witching hour
When the Demons walk
Souls will be taken
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 realize their
mistake
They’ve eaten so much
candy
They’ve all got stomachache
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
Are you wearing Halloween drawers?
I would like a look at
yours
I bet a pound to a
penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at
last
You are as I thought
bare arsed
Of course, it makes
you look loose
Even if you have an
excuse
Well yes it would be
regarded as a treat
And not just down your
street
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
With a wicked witch
motif
Along those long
festive garlands
How I wish to trace
each relief
Along each luscious limber
leg
An ascent exquisitely
brief
To reach the Halloween
treat
Beyond the wicked
witch motif
If your blind date is described to you
As “Professional” then
start to twitch
Because it will be
worse than it sounds
And she will
definitely be a Certified Bitch
