• The dark crept in,
    along with the night.
    Twas all hallows eve,
    filled with bites and fright.

    The small little creatures
    walking the streets,
    holding out bags,
    begging for treats.

    A ding of a bell.
    A knock on the door.
    Some came for seconds,
    demanding more.

    The scent of candy
    filled the air.
    Milky ways and Snickers
    for all to share!

    The hob-goblins headed
    down the road.
    To the last house,
    a ghoulish abode.

    Who would dare ring the bell
    on the creepy old house?
    The cackling witch,
    or the pink nosed mouse?

    The group of small children
    edged slowy towards the door,
    climbed creaky steps,
    ignoring village lore.

    The door burst open
    and they heard quite a bellow!
    Treat bags dropping,
    as they ran and turned yellow.

    An elderly gent peered out
    and laughed aloud.
    Another years victory
    as he scared off the crowd.

    He gathered up the treat bags
    and stepped back inside.
    An old gray cat came out of
    where he did hide.

    "Come on old Stokes"
    the old man blared.
    "We're got plenty of Goodies"
    and that night indeed, the goodies were shared.

    Moral of the story?
    well there really isn't one.
    'Cept hold on to the treat bags
    when you have to run! blaugh