Pumpkin Pies...Specials..

She opens the door.

And the kids shout...trick or treat.

She says.  My dear children. A treat is in store

for you.

She hands them candy bars and

sweets. They grab them with their little

hands and fill their buckets

full of glee.

They say thank you, Mam.

And walk away.

She slams the door

behind her. And cackles as she does so.

My cunning plan. Will work later on.

When they are faster asleep.  They

will turn into juice big fat pumpkin pies.

And come directly and land

on my feasting table in my

mighty dining room after 12 midnight

time.

She thought out loud.

I did remember to send out my

invites for this wonderous hallow great meal.

Of Witches Brews and Alcoholic Ghouls Surprise

Ale and Stew full of bits & bones and rabbit's feet.

And those amazing juicy pumpkin children filled pies.

As the after-dinner treat with cat cream chins and lips.

She cackles and smiles to herself.