A Witches Halloween

As the slaving sun sets on a tiring day, the moon arrives and shines the clouded darkness away, little brats--i mean kids--run out to the streets, yelling and screaming as they run amok through the town, smiles on their faces; only when their delicious sweets are taken away, do they frown, doorbell to doorbell they go, tossing candy around to and fro, the hour draws near the time of the wicked witch, Okay children, run along home, out of the darkness, out of every cemetery, out of every ditch, no one wants to be the victim of the evil, and wicked witch. on this All Hallows Eve, she calls from her grave, wanting to live forever, and find her immortal mister, but she fails every time, because she can't ever get rid of her annoying, blond-haired, dimwitted sister.