Ghoulfest Poem by Phil Soar

They walk the streets in the dead of night
At a certain time of year
Dragging their parents around with them
A casting a spell of fear
With pumpkins and elaborate clothes
And made up like the dead
They put the fear of god up me
And fill my life with dread
A Frankenstein, A Vampire
And perhaps a ghost or two
Perhaps a witch, an invisible man
That I can see right through
And all they want is tricking
Or maybe it's just a treat
And when I faint, then it's too late
They run off down the street
It's not that it is just one night
The frights go on for days
But only in the darkness
As the light begins to fade
There's really no escape from it
So perhaps I should join in
Take dustbin lids, because I don't have kids
And make a scary din
I guess I'd be arrested though
For making too much noise
It's okay if your Frankenstein
Or a thousand screaming boys
So prepare yourself for Halloween
And a ghoulfest quite extreme
I hope you have no sleepless nights
And aren't afraid to dream