Chintzy with her Food
On Hallows Eve Octobra always has a dance
Her feet are fancy in heels, to give a better prance
the rest of us sit around getting heavier yet
While she dances with her familiar, a kittenish pet
Her place is decorated with ghosts and stuff
She has gone all out for us, sure enough
We sit and watch Octobra dance until the food is gone
Then we leave too, way before daylight or dawn
You see, Octobra is not a voracious eater in the least
We get teensy plates of appetizers that would not fill a beast
I am a giant goblin, and my cousin frank is a t-rex-wannta-be
So we have to leave early to catch food too slow to flee
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