Treaters Poems - Poems about Treaters

Bear wanted to be a witch, but had to be satisfied Dressed up like a skeleton, due to his enormous hide. Batman with his black mask was immediately recognized. Disappointed him too, as he jumped out, trying to surprise. Ghostly stranger was no secret to the other trick-or-treaters. His voice was unique; we called him McPeters Jeeters. Was that his name?...

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Who who who? Who’s out there? Asked the frightened humans hiding inside. It’s the mouse-kah-treaters, yelled out Mr. McBride. We are singing for our supper, we’re on our knees! Sang out the head mouse, Mr. Do-as-you -please. Let them in! The kids yelled. Let them in! Let them in! What do they want? Asked the human next door. We want cheese! Candy!...

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The house usually held an old lady with unassuming quiet ways. The door opened, and things came out teethy, in squeamish grays. We were scared to approach, there were werewolves and such. Come closer girlie! Said a Dracula who was almost too much. I wanted the caramel apple, but I was too scared to move. The entire throng of door...

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They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me. I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be. They are sharing their stories, no one listening to another. Behind them stand their puffed-up father or grandmother. The moms are all on brooms tonight, flying around the moon. To hear them tell it,...

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Candles burn within the hollow of a skull Brightly illuminates the darkest of rooms Where witches meander about and mull Getting ready to fly away with their brooms At the door would certainly be a black cat Casting evil curses on the welcome mat He then shies away at the incoming bunch Halloween trick or treaters with stuff to munch Russell Sivey...

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