Pinwheels On Pumpkins

Lollipops for good little boys and girls melt like tricks onto rotting teeth; Full of intense flavor and colored swirls; Nightmares freeze into all that spun sugar, cotton candy pinwheels on pumpkins; The wigged Jack O Lantern’s such a looker; There is such a buzz hanging in the veil, candied spiders pick up the scent; To their nostrils it will never go stale; You can almost capture the bands of air that permeate raw fear through treats; Still they walk wanting to collect their fare; Specters and witches partner with a clown to lay waste to this hoggish pile; Sugar drunk they harbor a busted frown.