Halloween - Poem by Daniel Adams
Halloween’s a time for kids to go round beggin,
Trick or treat, got my stash of eggs in.
Gonna get some sweets while dressed as a witch,
She aint answering her door! Tight arsed bitch! !
Knocking at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat,
Distant howling and the miaow of a cat.
Footsteps nearing the far side of the door,
Baited breath to find out what’s in store.
Clap of thunder and a blood curldling scream,
The noise enough to awake the dead from a dream.
The door opens with a groan and a squeak,
And the old lady says 'I thought Halloween was next week...'
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