I started this poem several years ago and have become a better writer since then, so I decided to edit it and put the new version out for you to enjoy in honor of Spooky Season.

Tonight’s the night
You’ll die of fright.
For all the ghouls
Come out tonight.
They’ll get you if
You don’t take care.
They’ll boil your brains—
Your derriere!

“Come one, come all!
A feast,”

They’ll say.

“We’re having one
To end the day!”

“Cocktail toes and eyeball stew
Are items on the ghoul menu!”

“Might as well,”

You tell your wife.

“Might liven up
The lonely night.”

You try a nibble of some bread,

“Replete with mold!”

The main ghoul says.

“And have some tea to soak your bones!”

“It’s made from mint and acetone!”

“I think we better go,”

You say.

“It’s dark outside. It’s getting late.”

“Sorry, we can’t stay for more,”

You say as you approach the door.
Quickly, though, the way is blocked.

“You cannot leave!”

Your wife is shocked!

“We are not finished with our feast!”

Try the mouse tail soup, at least.”