When A Ghoul Comes Knocking Poem by Roy Davenport

When A Ghoul Comes Knocking!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I staggered, weak and weary,
To my door, someone was knocking, made my throbbing head start rocking.
“Go away no one’s at home here, when I get there best be gone, dear? .”
No one answered, just kept knocking, pulled my knife out of my stocking.

Grabbed the door to jerk it open, what I saw’s not what I was hoping.
Standing there in tattered clothing, a ghoulish figure, something loathing
No sound, no breath, just glowing eyes, then it spoke to my surprise.
“Trick or Treat” a voice declared, I could hardly move I was so scared.

A fleshless arm held out a sack, “ fill with sweets or I will be back
With fear of losing life or limb, a bag of sweets I shoved at him.
He gobbled down four Hershey bars, Ten Baby Ruths’ and a Snickers’ Bar
Then a dozen Nestles Crunch, some Yum Yum drops, all fruity punch.

“I want more”, must fill my tummy”, need more sweets me tummy grumbly.
So he continued to stuff his face, chewing and eating them by the case
He ate some Skittles Wild Berry flavor, some M&M’s the kind I savor.
Then Popcorn balls and Wonka treats, some taste like snot, some like meat.

On and on he kept on eating, I brought everything out that was fit for eating.
Cakes and pies and cupcakes galore, there was no stopping, he yelled for more.
What would I do when the sweets were gone, he might eat me to the bone.
Then a thought popped in my head, something to make him wish he’s dead

I ran to the fridge and felt a shiver as I pulled out five pounds of liver
I also grabbed some soured milk, a broccoli stalk that had started to wilt.
A plate of spam that was growing hair and brussel sprouts, a dozen pair.
I nearly gagged and loudly swore as I made my way towards my front door.

Still chewing on a Milky Way this ghoul was about to make my day.
When he opened his mouth demanding more, he had no idea what I had in store
I shoved it all in his ghastly mouth, then stumbled backwards into the house.
I watched him through the open door, would he still yell out for more?

His chewing stopped, his eyes got wide, and Lord have mercy he nearly died.
His face turned red, then green then blue, and his head spun round a time or two.
He staggered back, he began to swell, bigger and bigger and then he fell.
A groaning sound filled up the air, and the ghoul exploded then and there.

So Halloween night heed this warning, if you want to live to see the morning
Along with all those sticky sweets, that you’ll be giving at Trick or Treat.
In reserve just out of reach, have some nasty veggies and yukky meat
So if some ghoul knocks on your door, he’ll take one bite, then Nevermore!

RDavenport © 1997