Halloween! Poem by Kevin Maroney

For school and work, life is a bore,
but fear not children, and adults to war
Against this backdropp all do fight
every single Halloween night.
Ghouls and monsters, brick-a-brack shake
Down to the pool, heard of Screams in the lake
Death and sorrow, unlike most the year,
Are ever presently cel'brated here.

To the boiling pot and rotted weal,
Does this fun time of year often steal
- To aggravate the primal dears of old times lost
We willingly are placed in dilapidated crofts.
And what, you hear, this is place every year?
Why, you ask, hearing what they hear?

Why, it's as plain as the wart or my unnat'ral green sheen:
It's just that basic, it's Halloween!