Samhainophobes tremble with fear, as Halloween approaches near,
And pumpkins light the darkest night
As spectral relatives appear!
The little poops from down the street
Drape toilet paper from the trees,
Then have the nads, with open bags
To beg me for a “trick or treat!”source
Instead I sit down very still, outside my kitchen window sill
As a propped scarecrow, in the night shadow,
And give the little cruds a thrill!
Now – they leave in shaking boots,
Don’t know their folks were in cahoots,
And safely head, on up to bed
While their parents eat up all their loot!