Old Pumpkin Lane
Come one, come all, to Old Pumpkin Lane
where ghosts and goblins call your name
as you rustle through leaves of russet and red
while owls and mysterious things fly overhead.
And witches await and watch all that you do
and cast spells among the old crooked yew.
For if you get lost among the pumpkins and vines
they'll be sure you get back home in time
to Trick 'n Treat throughout the night
that's filled with chills and all manner of fright!
Copyright 2022 Gregory Joseph Firlotte
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