Spiders and snakes
make my boots quake
but goublins and witches
scare me out of my britches.
On a nite so queer
when trouble is near
ghosts with no names
rattle thier chains.
Awakened are the dead
a horseman with no head
this evening is ruled
by all of hells ghouls.
Werewolves and vampires
they never grow tired
from nightmares thier brought
its best you dont get caught.
Pumpkins are carved
for candy were starved
dressed in deciept
we trick or treat.
The zombies are coming
we all start running
I let out a scream
it must be Holloween.
by rich jackson
10/03/2012
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