Halloween Night
We looked at him with children’s eyes
Way back in fifty two
He rode and roped and wore real spurs
Like all true cowboy’s do.
We thought that deep within his soul
A sense of humor grew
We’d seen it in our Western folks –
With him nobody knew.
Then came one night of Halloween –
We’re at the picture show,
Ol’ Frankenstein was at his best
Just moanin’ soft and low
We heard a ghostly scream and then
A curdlin’ Texas yell -
A horseman ridin’ up the aisle
Like he was straight from Hell
We cowered way down in our seats
He laughed and reared his horse
Then he rode out the other aisle
His screamin’ just got worse.
We peered above the tops of seats
And watched this ghostly man
Ride out the way that he came in
And robbed the popcorn stand.
We left the show, ran to the street,
The horseman was long gone
Our cowboy friend sat in his truck –
Just bored and all alone.
We told him all that we had seen,
He said, “I heard the noise..
You never know ‘bout Halloween,
Have some popcorn boys.”
10/12/2016
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