My Favourite Day Of The Year Poem by Paul Burt

Summer comes to a close
Leaves begins to fall
The wind begins to howl
All this means one thing
My favourite day of the year is soon upon us all
It goes by many names
But all come to know it as Halloween
Witches are flying high on their brooms
Ghosts come out to haunt the living
Vampires roam the night looking for a virgin's neck to bite into
Zombies rise from their graves looking for a feast of flesh
Werewolves howl at the moon
Freddy Krueger is stalking your dreams on that night
Jason Vorrhees is stalking the woods for a victim
Leatherface is carving a human stake with his chainsaw
Michael Myers is carving a pumpkin on this night
Trick or Treater's are all dressed up and out for candy
While others are coving the neighbours house with toilet paper
The Devil is out having a party with fellow demons like it's Mardi Gras
While Priest and nuns hide and pray....they have no sense of fun
Pumpkins light the streets each with a personality of their own
Yes Halloween has a different meaning for everyone
For me it's the one day of the year where people have fun
Dress up as your favourite monsters and scare your friends
and sit back with friends and have the phone ring with someone asking
What's your favourite scary movie?
This day comes once a year and I love Halloween more than Christmas
After all October 31st is my favourite day of year.