Halloween
Joshua Fearn
My Halloween costume looked great
As I left my house through the gate
I had terrible fangs and warty old hands
It was dark and frightfully late
I ran to a house down the street
On my horrible dark, scaly feet
I knocked on the door and started to roar
“I’m here, open up, TRICK OR TREAT!”
An old lady appeared at the door
And examined my fangs and my claws
She pulled back my hood to reveal some fake blood
And couldn’t believe what she saw
She smiled and then stroked my cheek
“Oh sonny, you’re dressed like a freak
You look ever so strange, so go home and get changed
As Halloween’s not til next week!”