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T'was the Night of Halloween


T’was the night of Halloween and all through the street,
Ghouls and goblins were steering, frightening all they meet.
Spider webs were hung above every door,
Pumpkin heads were carved, the scariest you ever saw.

The children were dressed in their favorite costume,
Behaving their best, at least their parents assume.
All through he night they are seen running about.
“Please give me Candy!” they eagerly shout out.

“Trick or treat” is what you constantly here,
From a distance they can be heard, and then they are near.
Knocking at your door they excitedly await to see,
Exactly how many candies they get… maybe more than three.

The moon shines bright and ghost hover around,
Beetles and spiders are seen crawling in the ground.
A scary scarecrow lurks at every path,
If you are not careful, they might sneaky a stinky fart.

Trough the haunted house the kids eagerly enter,
They do not know what is in store as they reach to the centre.
For in the middle is a zombie’s graveyard,
And getting away from those monsters will be very hard.

The only way to stop them from grabbing at you,
Is to give them one of your candy ... or two.
Only then will you get the chance to scurry away,
And pray they do not find you again… just pray.

Because on Halloween night the best of all treats,
It’s when you come home with a bag full of sweets.
There are enough sweets for them to enjoy for the rest of the year.
However to get them to share is hard, so parents, be aware.

Their eyes are wide and bright from their treasure,
If they could, they would keep it forever.
They play with their pile of chocolates, lollies and sweets,
They play with their pile of sugar gums and gum sheets.

Some even got money to add to their stash,
This is usually put away with a quick dash.
Because all they want to do is munch on something sweet,
Before they have to go to bed and get to sleep.

That Halloween’s night the kids dream,
Not of the vampires, monsters and zombies they have seen,
They dream of buckets and buckets of sweets,
All tumbling from the sky, falling at their feet.

They dreams of rainbows of skittles and a gingerbread house of cake,
They dream the Gingerbread man saying, “It’s all for you to take.”
On Halloween night the children enjoyed their play,
And they cannot wait again till the next Halloween day.

So they can prepare go again and trick-o-treat at every door,
And see what special treat each house has in store.
They want to meet everyone at the door with the special greet…
“Trick-o-treat money or sweet, give me something good to eat,”

Happy Halloween



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  1. Happy Halloween to you as well! :)

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  2. such a lovely poem :) I'm your newest follower from the hop, swing by and say hello some time!

    Rebecca

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    xx

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