The Halloween Poem

A poem about Halloween.

The Halloween Poem

 

Yanking on the boots and coat

Putting on the red face paint

Gonna be a mad doctor

But his friend will be a saint.

He steps outside and it's all dark

He clutches his new treat bag tight

He felt brave back inside his house

But now he doesn't like the night.

But lured with thoughts of sweet candy

He presses on, knocking on doors

He fills up his brand new treat bag

Soon lugging it around's a chore.

He comes to the very last house

It's at the dark end of the street

And here he starts to wonder if

A ghost is what he'll really meet.

He knocks on the cobwebbed old door

It's answered by a scary ghoul!

But then it pulls off its own face

And turns out it's old Ms. Abdul.

 

End.

Author's Note

I tried to make it from the viewpoint of a five or six year old on their first trick or treat night. Thoughts?