This Halloween will soon be gone
With blood and guts across the lawn.
Its time to grab the poisoned darts
And rake up all the body parts.
Then to shovel dark gloomy pits
And throw in all the monster bits.
Scrape and clean gooey stuff that clings
And bag them with the ugly things.
And now to rest and take a snooze
To await the horrors of tomorrow’s news.
