The Ghost of Halloween Past
What’s that wrapping at the window?
Is the wind just getting breezy?
Candy wrappers line my floor,
And my tummy’s feeling queasy.
My candy bag was nearly full
When I finished trick or treatin’.
But now it stands alone and bare
From the pieces that I’ve eaten.
The ghosts and ghouls and Frankensteins
Couldn’t scare me with their rumblings.
But now I fear a sound I hear;
Could it be my stomach grumbling?
Halloween may soon be over
With the breaking of the dawn.
But when you gobble treats too fast,
You’ll find its spirit lingers on!
— Brian Rock
Reprinted by permission of the author.
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