Watch out! They're coming everybody beware
they walk around real life,
from our nightmares.
Through the town their creeping
to get the things they want;
they come with a password
to each house they haunt.
From a pirouette forms Draculla
as he comes to full height,
he draws his cape to his chin
to hide his overbite.
Against a full moons light
hangs a witches shape
all year shes been waiting
for this very night to escape.
The wolfman howls through the distance
and sprouts coarse red hair.
As ghosts and goblins frenzy
through the cool nights air.
Two lights are yellow glowing
above a toothless grin
on an old Jack-o-lantern
born from a pumpkin.
Into the light comes creeping
a cat as black as coal,
from out of hiding places
upon the night to stroll.
Out of the closets rattle
old Mr. Bones,
and from the tombs rumble
a mommie moans.
Outside they all gather
monsters of every size;
from huge Frankensteins
down to the little guys.
Here they come, be quiet,
wait for a knock to be heard.
There it is get ready
for the password.
"Trick-or-treat's" the password
then comes the trade,
for the small price of a treat
no tricks will be played.
"Happy Halloween!"
before they all turn and disappear,
back into their hiding places
I'm safe again till next year...
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Watch out! They're coming everybody beware
they walk around real life,
from our nightmares.
Through the town their creeping
to get the things they want;
they come with a password
to each house they haunt.
From a pirouette forms Draculla
as he comes to full height,
he draws his cape to his chin
to hide his overbite.
Against a full moons light
hangs a witches shape
all year shes been waiting
for this very night to escape.
The wolfman howls through the distance
and sprouts coarse red hair.
As ghosts and goblins frenzy
through the cool nights air.
Two lights are yellow glowing
above a toothless grin
on an old Jack-o-lantern
born from a pumpkin.
Into the light comes creeping
a cat as black as coal,
from out of hiding places
upon the night to stroll.
Out of the closets rattle
old Mr. Bones,
and from the tombs rumble
a mommie moans.
Outside they all gather
monsters of every size;
from huge Frankensteins
down to the little guys.
Here they come, be quiet,
wait for a knock to be heard.
There it is get ready
for the password.
"Trick-or-treat's" the password
then comes the trade,
for the small price of a treat
no tricks will be played.
"Happy Halloween!"
before they all turn and disappear,
back into their hiding places
I'm safe again till next year...
Dedicated to my son Joseph Hare who helped me make this poem for his 3rd grade class