Halloween 2024

The witch began to carve,
Scary eyes and crooked nose,
But in a slip of her blade,
The pumpkin’s ears became her toes.

She hurled her blade in frustration,
At the mess she had made,
With this weird little pumpkin,
Decorations now delayed.

The truth for the witch,
Was she yearned to be free,
Free of creepy goblins,
And her face colored green.

“Perhaps I could be Santa,
Go down chimneys to the trees,
Drink milk and eat the cookies,
Play with toys on my knees.”

“I could be a fairy princess,
Or Scrooge’s ghost weighed by chains
Pull the sleigh into the night,
With glowing nose in the reins.

“But Halloween would miss me,
Who would make my poison brew?
Or cackle in the darkness?
Lure the kids into the stew?”

“I guess I’ll stay a witch,
With my hat and gnarly broom,
Screeching ‘boo’ from the shadows,
Flinging fog across the moon.”