Written by: Shelley Foreman

She sits and waits
Upon the fence
Her hands are cold
The fog is dense

She waits for kids
Dressed in white
And witches dresses
To give a fright

Door to door
‘Trick or Treat’
Hands come out
With something sweet

She creeps up
Behind them all
And picks one out
Slim and tall

Right up close
Next to his ear
Shouting BOO
For all to hear

He screams aloud
She laughs a lot
Pleased it’s an adult
That she got

Her spooking done
She floats above
But not before
And extra shove

So when you
Go trick or treat
I wonder who or
What you’ll meet?