Treat--Or Else
So precious are wee trick or treaters,
much-loved by us generous greeters.
With sacks overflowing
and bright faces glowing,
they are grateful, sweet candy-eaters.
Then droves of six-footers come brawling
For buckets of candy they're calling.
In fake kiddie voices,
they make clear the choices:
I treat or they'll trick. So appalling!
"No treat" starts the six-footers scheming.
Those ghosties and ghoulies start screaming.
My pumpkins they're smashing.
Through fences they're crashing.
By midnight the Charmin is streaming.
October 14, 2018
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018
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