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Around the dank and dreary walls the howling wind does scream,
And as the rain begins to fall you’ll know its Halloween,
The lightening strikes and mist will form and round the town it swirls,
And dressed as goblins, ghosts and ghouls will come the boys and girls.

In voices shrill and high with glee they shout out ‘trick or treat’,
And prowl the town in awful mobs in search of something sweet.
And if they knock upon your door and sing their sweet appeal,
You’d better have some sweets on hand or soon their scorn you’ll feel.

They’ll pelt your house with rotten eggs or lengths of toilet roll,
Or shove things through your letter box like muck or poo or coal,
And as the evening stretches, the adults are more doomed,
As the pranks become more vicious as more sugar is consumed.

This holiday to non-parents is worse each year on year,
Being blackmailed into sweet supply in the guise of festive cheer
The screaming little b******s are more and more obscene,
In this ‘hallmark-American-crapfest’ that is now our Halloween.

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