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“When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Howloween!”
Author Unknown

Our time of year now draws near,
The time of year, you people fear

We crave your bounty, we want to dine,
How tasty, how lovely, how so divine

We will feast, and be merry, and eat our fill,
We will suck, and cipher, and create a chill

We will follow you home, or hover silently nearby,
We will creep and slither, and we will make you cry

We vow to terrorize, plunder, and race through the night,
As we savor each and every moment with devilish delight

We will peer into your windows, as we rattle your old doors,
Since our appetites are insatiable, and we always crave more

Our unquenchable desires must be fulfilled, this holiest of days,
Every one of you people must comply, or there will be hell to pay

So on this Howloween, you must remember our cravings, and our lust,
And you better dwell on our hideous capabilities, on them you can trust

We’re unstoppable, we will be victorious, and we will be arriving very soon,
And we will march towards you whether cold, warm, stormy, or a full moon

So whatever you plan on doing to prepare, do not pretend you are not home,
For then, there will be absolutely nowhere on earth, you will be safe to roam

So, just relax, and sit by your front door, in a most comfortable seat,
And keep dishing out those goodies, when we yell “Trick or Treat!”

-And Happy, Happy Howloween, From Old Beasty Boy Manor-


©October 2015, Mr. Ed, Mean Tall Woman,
And Our Horrific Horde of Hungry Hounds