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.