Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Boo

The witching night is here
And knocks come on our door.
Costumed kids hold out their hands
Saying, "Trick or treat."

A little goblin takes a fistful
Of Milky Ways,
Or Snickers,
And gobbles one down.

Taller skeletons seek bigger fare,
Some with voices changing
Make us wonder
If we should open the door.

Usually, though, they're just
Overgrown ghosts,
Moving into their teenage years
A bit slowly.

Then it's lights out at nine,
And the door shuts
Upon the spooks,
Till they return next year.

Mary S. Palmer
10/31/12

4 comments:

  1. Usually, though, they're just
    Overgrown ghosts,
    Moving into their teenage years
    A bit slowly.

    This is totally my son.
    Patti

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  2. That's too funny, Patricia. Gave me a good laugh. Thanks.

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  3. Fun poem, Mary! You had me at Snickers! Hope you had a great Halloween. We get no kids out here in the middle of cottage country! Cheers!

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  4. Thanks so much. We don't have many kids, either, but I live in the city. Nowadays, most go to parties at churches and malls.

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