grinning pumpkins,
witches and gargoyles,
littered black and orange
leaving us in the red,
left us to deal
with trick or treat,
the government budget
had been misspent
even the tax collectors were striking,
wizards out of spells,
pulling the wool
to fool the men on the hill,
gave in to one and took from another
the hungry can do without,
declared this is the cure,
harpies kept humming
how good will it be
to tighten our belt,
new brooms would sweep
alas all the witches
had flown away
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