It’s that haunting time of year again, we’ve come to Halloween
I know some people love it, to be honest, I’m not keen,
I can’t make home made costumes and I cannot tell a lie,
I don’t like ghouls or ghosties and I don’t like Pumpkin Pie,
I don’t like wizened wizards and I don’t like Trick or Treat,
With my path crammed full of ghostly folks I just don’t want to meet,
But I do put fruit aside for them; or chocolate treats instead,
‘Cos another thing I hate, are rotten eggs thrown at my head,
And I thought it was for youngsters; they get older every year,
The last Trick or Treaters calling here were clutching cans of beer,
I don’t think they’ll be back, as they were clearly not amused,
When all they got were lollipops and tiny penny chews,
I must confess to being perturbed; my night was not enriched,
When, despite not wearing fancy dress, they still called me a witch,
But this year, Halloween, I know, will be a certain winner,
‘Cos I’m turning all the lights out and I’m going out to dinner.
©Jan Jack’s Perfect Verse 2010
