Halloween Poem by Stanley Cooper

We poor mortals don’t stand a chance
Each thirty first of October
The night ghoulies ghoulish-ly dance
Is a night no one seems sober

Folks commonly cool and sedate
Are costumed in eery-ish garb
While some find it hard to relate
To such ghoulish-ly thing-a-mabobs

Kids prancing from door to door
Begging for all kinds of tidbits
Candies, gum, junk-stuff galore
They fill up their bags with these kid-bits

Stories told, so weird and so kooky
Tales much scarier then scary
Halloween night, a night that’s so spooky
Is not for the meek or the wary

Those ghosts and goblins abound
Insisting on yearly appearance
They refuse to stay underground
With their ghoul-ish-like inteference