by Gary R. Hess
Goblins, witches, ghouls, and ghosts
which one do I loath the most?
Watching, praying, shaking mightily
hoping for this day to end quietly.
Curtains open and spread widely
why do the children taunt me snidely!
Running house to house, to and fro
hoping for their candy to grow.
Will this day end soon?
No! it is only half past noon.
Children shouting, screeching near,
Oh! how do I hate this Halloween cheer!
Coming closer, I hear them clucking,
but oh why must they do their mucking!
Ringing my doorbell, I see their faces.
“Why must they come here of all places?”
I hide myself behind the drapes,
but no! I cannot escape.
I grab a knife from the drawer,
twist the handle slowly and open the door,
I see their faces, smelling of bile,
“Trick or treat,” they say with a smile.
“Superman, Batman, and Wonderwoman?
Why, there’s no ugly little demon!”
Rejoiced, I sing and dance and scream,
my face changes to a beam.
I said, being keen.
“Here,” I said, “Have some candy!”
I reached back and grabbed what was handy,
“A handful of candy corn! One for you all!”
Quickly they ran and screamed and bawled.
What went wrong, I thought,
“This is all the candy I had bought!”