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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!”


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