Your Tricks Are Their Treats.
Halloween is coming; there’ll be candy in the rooms
And the witches ride reconnaissance; up there on those brooms.
Underneath the overpass; the trolls plan out attacks;
It’s like fishing in a barrel; when the munchkins run in packs.
The ghouls are in the graveyard; trying to raise the dead;
They really haven’t had no luck; except the man who has no head.
There’s the Munsters having dinner; with the Adams family;
Laughing about Halloween; and the fun there’s going to be.
Boris, he’s out there walking; doing the midnight stroll
And Vincent’s at the horror house; someone’s mind he’ll blow,
Everything looks scary; like there’s no place left to hide
And there’s a nasty rancid order; like someone might have died
There’s a body on the corner; oozing out its life;
And Mack is in the alleyway; trying to clean his knife.
The wolf is in a motel room; laying next to Red;
With his fingers wrapped around her hair; pulling on her head.
The ambulance took grandma; she had a heart attack;
The strangler came and left his card; and told her he’d be back.
The self proclaimed professor; didn’t notice by the log;
Those dwellers of the eatery; that cooked him like a hog.
So much for acting smarter; when all that's left is bones;
They ate him right there on the spot; some they ate at home.
Boy is Halloween a mother; with its candy and its tricks;
Be careful sister brothers; that’s how the bad guys get their licks.
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