Candy, Corn, Skulls, Punk - Kids
The gourds were really jealous of
the pumpkin's orange hide.
The golden corn was long, long, gone
the scarecrow did confide.
The old oak tree was worrying
for he'd TP on his crown,
and the barn's backside was plastered
with a witch who's falling down.
The plastic skeleton rattled
in the evening breeze
laughing at the harvest moon
he was trying not to sneeze!
Soon the kids would bob for apples
and eat candy till they hurled
Oh yes Halloween's a grand old time
for all the boys and girls!
10/2/13
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