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In the fading heat of a waning falling October night

Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat

high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring flight

‘We must beat others to hallowed doors and beat defeat’


‘No one must impede our finely tuned Quidditch’s path’

Speeding on angel gas enriched with technology’s potion

they whiz through the busy sky have projected their math

have hacked air control have consulted internet motion


At a gate of a palace of fine marble and extravagant riches

old Scrooge bickers ‘in my day we were lucky to get an orange

and maybe a piece of coal you two modern and greedy es

I have something to teach you a lesson for I am The Gorringe’


Here is a coin ‘that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel’

At the Eagle Tavern Scrooge has prepared for revenge in delight

the landlord fills Trick’s and Treat’s goblets from a decanter of diesel

‘Have one for the road you measly creatures please don’t get a fright’


Despite all mod cons they are suddenly grounded high on the fuel

hallucinate happily have glorious visions of hot sausage and mustard

while there in the mood already dream of the forthcoming Pagan Yule

nothing worse than going cold turkey but they imagine cold jelly and custard


When Trick and Treat crash from above because their parachute fails

the old man in his wisdom chuckles to himself because he is still standing

his bones are crackling but a sound mind feeds on the moral the story entails:

‘If you underestimate seasoned wisdom there might be an unhappy ending’

30th October 2018

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