The witches were planning
A party that night
For their goulfriends, demons, goblins
And other purveyors of fright.
The caldron was steaming
With unsavory stew:
Eye of newt, wart of toad,
A most traditional brew.
The front yard tombstones
With dead flowers adorned;
Skeletons hung from the trees
So all might be warned
That Halloween Horrors
Hide behind tress and under rocks,
So it’s best to stay home
And hold someone’s Cock!
