The Costume Poem by Randy McClave

Tonight it was Trick or Treat
As I watched the ghouls and ghosts on my street,
As they walked from house to house
With blood and knives on every shirt and blouse.
Then on my door there was a knock, knock, knock
Then I saw some witches running up the block,
I looked our my window to see what I could see
I saw a trick or treater with a bandaged knee.
Then out of excitement I opened the door to stare
And I exclaimed how I loved the costume that he did wear,
His hair and face was dirty as if he arose from the grave
And his hands and nails were dirty as he did wave.
His pants was oversized and was very worn
His shirt of course was used and stained and torn,
And he of course had some blackened teeth
And then with a laugh I asked him where was his wreath.
I then looked at the shoes that he was wearing
At them I could not stop staring,
Those shoes were torn and used as well
And then came a very awful smell.
I smiled as I gave him chocolate and a caramel apple and gum
I pointed and I said you are dressed like a beggar or a bum,
Then I finally put my costume on as a sleuth
As I finally figured out the truth.
A beggar or a bum he wasn't dressed as, I did assume
Then I found out he wasn't wearing a costume,
When he came knocking at my front door
He came dressed as himself, he was hungry and poor.

Randy L. McClave