He came the hallowed night of haints,
face a kaleidoscope of paints.
He looked all around
until he had found
The source of all the complaints.
The girl enraged was named Sally.
She had’nt time for dilly dally.
Her makeup was spoiled,
evening plans destroyed.
Her spirits low as the valley.
She watched him enter quite sadly,
thought he’d behaved rather badly.
The clown he sat down
exclaimed with a frown
"But Sister, Halloween is comradely."
His sister, she reconsidered.
She need not be so embittered.
She once was his age
“Trick or treat!” the siblings twittered.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2021
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