‘Tis not the orange skin of Jack ‘O Lantern,
That invites my gaping stare,
It’s the sunken black holes of his eyes.
Flashing jagged, yellow teeth to bare.
A wart-nosed witch sits nearby,
Green slime drips down crusted lips,
Hee, hee, hee, hee, she wheezes,
With darting tongue she begs a kiss.
A broom handle thwack to the head,
Tossing child after child in bubbling brew,
Children, you see give great power,
When served up in a saucy stew.
Listen for crows from leafless trees,
Cry out their warning, beware, beware,
Beware the black-robed enchantress,
Holding signs saying, “free childcare.”