Poem Number 1199

Halloween days, Halloween nights of frosty delight
Mother Earth turning a toss in dreamy sleep 'neath piled leaves
Her frail hair tangled in bliss underneath the moonlit eves
And the citizen folks fearing to let their clocks FALL BACK with fright
They roll up their windows and lock their trailer-house doors
With paper bags on heads and ape grunts to ward off strangers
And the candy bowls all empty from extra-rewarded home-made caped rangers
Who trot off into the damp rotten night to raid the local liquor stores
To sit in alleys with their bounty sipping and spout trailer-house lies
And out of the dark sepulcher of autumnal night rips a mad gush of air
With it brings forth a wintertime fan of snow bright full of glare
Sending the rangers home with popsicles dangling from there candied eyes
But the tough, moustache pumpkin eternally stays bright and never lies