A mere 3 brief turns till the party begins,
Loud music and laughter and she-nan-i-gans.
Today’s a bit hokey, for the children at heart,
Yes, ghosts like to tickle and burp and fart.
May you each get your favorite in a trick-or-treat bag,
With hundreds of chocolates, that will make your butt sag.
No bedtimes, no rules, no time-outs, no chores,
If you’re good, we can meet by the fire and make smores!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
(Don’t let a grown-up steal the best candy. They will…)
Jeffrey Griffin 