The Pumpkin Gang
They roam the streets with such evil grins,
Spreading mayhem wherever they've been,
Smashing pumpkins, toilet papering trees,
Stealing candy from good little girls and boys,
They are known in these parts,
As the pumpkin gang.
They ride their bikes throughout the town,
Terrorizing both the young and the old,
Chasing teens down with their eerie lights,
That give off a faint greenish glow,
Cackling madly in their pumpkin-like heads.
The gang comes around every Halloween night,
But nobody knows where they came from,
But it is rumored they come,
From the old Jensen's pumpkin patch,
Deep from beneath the ground where they slumber,
Until next Halloween night.
They appear to be human until they remove their heads,
Dressed all in black from shoulders to feet,
Rattling chains around their wrists,
And sometimes they like to throw them at kids,
Their laugh can be heard echoing about the town,
Like banshee's they cry on this hallowed Halloween night.
Bikes ablazing with greenish fire, dancing in the night,
Like some old deepish broken desire,
They ride the streets like speed demons,
Chasing off any who get in their way,
They do not speak but rev up their bikes,
You better beware,
When the pumpkin gang come to town.
The moon hangs high in the midnight sky,
Pumpkins lay squashed at every doorstep,
Candy from torn bags litters the street,
And green fire glows from where their bikes touched the earth,
Goodbye pumpkin gang, return to whence you came,
Until next Halloween, we will be ready...,
We will be ready... to end your mischievous ways.
Copyright © Robert Needles