The Halloween Song- Parody Poem by John F. McCullagh

Dead leaves smoking on an open fire,
Tricksters dressed up in odd clothes.
Ghouls and Goblins sneaking up on our porch-
Give them chocolate and maybe then they'll go.

Everybody knows the jack-o- lanterns wick-ed light
Means it's a pagan sort of Gourd.
Tiny tykes, munching sugar all night,
will wind up bouncing off the walls.

They know Brunhilda's on her way
trying out her new broom on her special day.
And every little goblin's gonna try
To see if chubby Witches still can fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
Since trick or treat I think is overused.
Although it's been said it's the day of the dead;
Happy Halloween to you.