MEAN HALLOWEEN

It’s all just for Halloween they said
And pointed me to a changing room
I doubted that it was to be a contest
Yet no-one is listening to my protest
With all the lights off, it’s total gloom
Even though I’m made to look dead

I’m posing with several pumpkins now
And a mask with glowing lights for eyes
An old crushed top hat completes it all
All this nonsense at the very end of Fall
Answer the door and they get a surprise
I’ll get this off me, but don’t know how

So, this is all too much for trick or treat
Being made up like this, I do look scary
But I’ve connected with a friendly ghost
Yet not someone about whom I’d boast
But I do suggest all should really be wary
And if facing death, never admit defeat