by Jessi Michaels

Created on: September 12, 2009   Last Updated: September 13, 2009

The wind is blowing and my shutters creek

I want to scream, but can't even speak.

"Hey Mom, Hey Dad," if they only knew,

The sort of night that I've been through,

I don't dare look, for danger looms with

parades of goblins, ghosts and brooms,

Skeletons and vampires out for an evening stroll,

Oh, how Hallows Eve is taking quite a toll.

I think I heard my pumpkin, rolling down the hill,

calling out to me but then it all seemed still.

Ok, I reassure myself, all this is quite bizarre,

my window shows there's nothing there just a single shining star.

The super hero inside of me reminds me I am strong

I jump right out of bed and hope that he's not wrong.

I leap down steps to my front door and open it with pride

And there upon my wooden porch my pumpkin still resides

So heed this warning to all you goobs and goofy gobblers,

who try and frighten kids with your scary face and slobbers.

Be on your way , don't come back for I'll be ready for you

I shut my eyes, you're there no more; for were never true.

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