That one night a year, where
The living and the dead come
To play.
Goblins, ghosts and vampires
Alike wander the streets.
In the hopes of scoring bags
Full of sugary sweets.
That one night a year,
Where every child, tall
Or small get to gorge on
Candy until their tummy
Aches.
Still, they beg for more.
The one night a year,
That parents hate.
Knowing that their children
Soon, will be hyper as their
Teeth slowly rot away.
Dentists all around, wont
Admit their excitement.
The increase in salary, that
They're about to make.
Rubbing their hands greedily,
Knowing how much coin they're
About to gain.
Children excited in knowing
That there are only 364 sleeps,
Until the next Halloween.
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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