Memories of trick or treating on Halloween.
|Kids With Fangs
Little feet creep from door to door,
Wearing costumes that we adore.
Seeking candy, or a hearty scare,
Little feet roaming here and there.
Pumpkin faces with eyes aglow,
Shine on monsters that we all know.
Screaming ghosts pass in sheets of white,
Running with frenzy in the night.
Laughing ninjas, and zombie blood.
"Stay on the sidewalk, not the mud"
Momma's hand is cozy and warm.
Soft mummy wrappings that we've torn.
Chocolate bars, blue popcorn balls.
Windy gusts blow through haunted halls.
Ghoulish moans come from faces green.
Dinosaurs roar and their teeth look mean.
Knights in armor, fighting with swords.
Little hands pushing through the hoards.
"Trick or treat," the phrase you must learn,
Twenty one corners yet to turn.
Kids with fangs, and witches with brooms.
Growling black cats, and front yard tombs.
Eleven PM, bow weary heads,
Teary, tiny eyes that need their beds.
Sack is now full of holiday treats,
"Two before bed, then under the sheets."
Halloween night has now come and gone,
In sweet memories it will linger on.