Poetry for the Mind, Heart, and Funny Bone

It is just around the corner —-

‘Round the bend of days to be;

If you're apt to be a scorner,

Better listen unto me.

I have seen their ugly faces —-

Toothless hags and grinning ghosts —-

Who will put us through our paces

When we're forced to be their hosts.

 

They're preparing an invasion

Like an army on the prowl,

And unique is the persuasion

They are practicing to howl.

With a bag held out to capture

All the loot that it can hold,

They'll enjoy an eerie rapture

In a spirit scary-bold.

 

Little spacemen, cats and witches

Are united in this task,

Though their costume-collar itches

And they smother 'neath their mask.

It's a symbol of the season,

And when all is said and done,

It's survived without a reason

Except having lots of fun.