5 lonely nights till the cauldron is lit,
I miss the old days, with the flames and a spit.
The dungeon was fun, the screams were many,
I think our last victim was Harold. Or Vinny.
The chains would scrape and the shackles would hold,
Reduced to tears were the loud and the bold.
I’m really not mean. I dress to the nines.
And I’m inspired by reruns of “Criminal Minds.”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
(Y’all have got to lighten up. Keep a sense of humor. Seriously.)