As I shiver from their hunger,
pumpkins howl and goblins blunder,
witches scream with night’s delight,
echoing with hallowed blight.

Husband shrieks with orange glee,
kids yell “Boo,” no peace for me.
Please, oh skeleton on high
free me from crazy designs.

As I flee from spidered trees,
bats and cats show me their teeth,
full moon peeks and falls to earth
causing me to sing eve’s dirge.

“Woe to mothers who are not quick,
beaten down by candy sticks,
decorate your house alone,
lest you feel worn down to bone!”

Erin Moen
10/5/03
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