(limerick)a Kerrisdale Hallowe'en (1941) Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick)a Kerrisdale Hallowe'en (1941)
(limerick)A Kerrisdale Hallowe'en (1941)
Back when I was a kid in Vancouver
Hallowe'en treats were scooped like a hoover
From six til eleven
It was little pig's heaven
Candy loot til you hardly could move 'er
Cross the street lived the city's good mayor
And he was a generous player
There were hot-dogs for all
and slam-downs I recall
As a kid I'd become a make-hayer
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4/25/2024 12:24:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My town was so small it didn't even have a mayor. We had no stoplights and only one stop sign. Main street was paved (part-way) , but all the others were dirt. Everybody knew everybody else, so all the old people would make the kids take off their masks to be identified before they would give you a treat. (That way, you couldn't change costumes and come back again!)
Vancouver was so huge you never gave a thought to going back a second time