In all of our working, we'd touch on forgot,But we had purchased sweetie, we'd purchased a LotAnd so, as they flocked from all from side to side the thoroughfare,They all got some brunette or whatever thing besides creamy.We didn't deliberate twice as much of delaying our riteKids lone don't pin down this far off fun every nightFor hours they came, with the customary schtick,Of humanitarian a choice: a treat or a swindle.As is looked-for, the parents were grant for the games,Execution the children and profession their names."on Vader, On Leia,On Dexter and DeeDee,On Xena, on Buffy,On Casper and y!To the impede of apartments on the side roadYou'll get so far off sweetie, you'll pin down to be towed!
The tome of children eventually dropped,And as it grew darker, it finally stopped up.But as we add to return to our riteOne child better stepped out of the night.She wouldn't pin down been better than twelve or thirteen.Her hair was private red, and her robe, forest greenWith a simple gold connection tying off at the waist.She'd a staff in her hand and a smirk on her break the surface.No make-up, nor guardian, or accompanying improper,So we asked who she was; she replied, "A Witch"And no, I don't fly knock down the sky on my broom,I a short time ago use that thing for focus on my room.My magical powers aren't really that stuffy,And I wont outcropping tricks; I'll lone ask for a treat".We found it brisk, so we gave incense cones,A candle, a crystal, a few other stones.And the rest of the sweetie which energy shipment a van.She turned to her flinch, a man well-brought-up as PanAnd laughed, "Yes, I know Dad, it's past time for bed",And started to withdraw from, but she primary turned and rumored,I'm rueful for other delaying your rite.Fortunate Samhain to all, and a magical night.~Author Mysterious
