The Upper Hand
On Halloween's scary night, I trust no friend,
when lots of witches and spirits loom...
to let all the rascals have the upper hand!
I could dress just like Robin Hood,
but the elves and the grisly bears
wouldn't like it...so I dress as a dragon!
Others kids strangely stare and laugh saying,
" You look so goofy in that old costume...
take if off, or we'll ask some witch to hit you with a broom!"
And eggs go flying like flying saucers
over my stuffed and dizzy head; they crack
and drip...oh, what an awful taste!
I'm very convinced by their mischievous acts...
that the little brats have gotten the upper hand;
and what kind of trick could I use and still pretend?
My pockets are loaded with shaving cream cans,
I will spray them all over their painted faces,
and make fun of them...how silly they will feel!
Entered in Carol's Brown Halooween Contest, " Funny Spooks "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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