My Candies
The candy's in the dish
ready for happy dispersal.
Goblins, ghosts and witches,
set for play without rehearsal.
Clear skies, chilling winds blowing
all my candies were easily bestowing
but too soon, the pot is smaller growing
and my want and need for chocolate is howling.
Go way you children of the night
there is nothing to give me fright
and for my favorite morsels I will strongly fight,
and my threats are not trite.
I'm holding out now,
leave me my special dark delights.
turning out the lights
these are all that's left on Halloween tonight.
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