GayDayton™

Howling wolf beneath a white autumn moon
Your mother’s fur, and the butterfly’s cocoon.

Madness rides down rusted railroad lines,
As the fake summer sun sets for one final time.

Ghostly, ghastly raven rising, high into the rain,
A feathered phoenix filled with knowledge and with pain.

Horror hounds from hell let loose their howling cries,
While pumpkins, pixies, phantoms, people
gather under haunted skies.

Trick-or-treaters tricked for treats—
Mummified youngsters and green goblin feet.
Chocolatey snacks in curved cul-de-sacs,
Jack-o’-lantern jellybeans and tall Skellington Jack.

On October thirty-first, all the vampires thirst,
And the candy-covered streets
Are cleaned by the first—
Vanishing into darkness for a while,
As children hurry home to mix their sweets into a pile.

“I’ll trade you Skittles for a Snickers or a Twix,
Or a bat-shaped lollipop for six licorice sticks.”
“Wait—what is that? Is that a poison apple chew?”
“I’ll give you three eyeball mints
if you’re willing to spare two.”