It Will Be a Sad Halloween

IT WILL BE A SAD HALLOWEEN Pumpkins! They are sitting at the counter In one of those all-night diners See them through the large front window Eating donuts sipping cider A fine young fox is waiting table Wondering how the pumpkins are able? Without the street is unlit (except for the diner sign) Dark as hell’s pit Foxy on elbows leans toward the two Washing dishes a glass or two He’s telling the boys of a legendary beast Who on pumpkin’s innards loves to feast That this is the night of the Pumpkin Eater (he who is evil) Favorite son of a garden devil “He’ll suck out the seeds and the rest of the goo For some human daddy to make a spook out of you” Hearing this the boys Bob and Clyde From orange to white turn in hue And on a sudden is heard a great roar That shatters the glass – window and door Wily fox ducks under the counter (quite the best thing to do) A whirling vampire comes into view The boys Bob and Clyde are stuck to their seats “Aha!” says P.E. “Something fresh to eat” When the monster inhales pumpkins fly off their stools (caught in mid-air) “Yum yum!” it drools Like a razor its tongue vacuuming stew Poor Bob and Ted Wily Fox too And the next morning lo on the radio (there is news) “A mysterious tornado made a hop Wiping out the entire pumpkin crop”