Haughty Naughty Halloween
Oh how I hate thy haughty hours oh Halloween!
Your thorns and thistles are these terrifying teens
who wear worried looks, walking, wobbling…woeful;
daring doors and deeds that are dreadful.
Cruising for candy: the core of thy course oh Halloween!
kind kids from keen kindred knock their kith and kins,
playful princes paint pure palaces in pale, purple and pink;
Spreading stones and soiling streets with sweets... that stink.
In the hollow of thy haunting hands… oh Halloween!
mighty men melt at the melodrama of masked men…mean;
Trick or treat, terrors or treasures? The termites ask the tall trees,
waiting, willing and working to waste their wares and wears.
Oh how I hate thy hit and run habits… oh Halloween!
Sharing sudden sweets for strangers you have never seen;
heating up the heartbeat of happy husbands and wives,
you turn lively, lovely lads into lurking and longing lives.
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