Halloween, a time of sweetness and joy for the giddy kiddies, to an almost cloying degree.

Hollow Feeling On Halloween.

They came a’knocking on my door,
Two kids demanding a sugary score,
One little monster with a slavering jaw-
Another creep extending a covetous claw-
They took every treat I proffered, then more,
Those tricky kids are in cahoots with the candy store.

 

©Obbverse

Halloween night, then Guy Fawkes night, so close together. From Cherry Blow-pops to Cherry Bombs in a matter of days.

Rocket Fizz.

Halloweens been done-
That hit the sweet spot,
We had Starbursts by the tonne,
But we ate the lot.

Now, for a real barrel of fun
Give Guy Fawkes night a shot,
His idea was an incendiary one
But that poor Guy lost the plot.

 

©Obbverse

A pretty poor Halloween.

The Bitter Truth.

Halloween has come and gone,
Just like our stash of candy.
We’re left
Feeling bereft,
Both woebegone and put upon-
More cash would’ve come in handy.

 

©Obbverse

Halloweens a’coming. Ready for sugar fueled little sweethearts gate-crashing into your yard, shaking you down?

The Halloween Spirit.

The little monsters came round on Halloween,
They tricked and treated and picked us clean,
We nicely asked ’em not to pet the pet Wolverine,
We told ’em not to play on the display guillotine-
What a shame their hearing’s not quite as keen.
Smart kids… remains to be seen.

 

©Obbverse

Another morning of waking up with that dawning feeling you did something last night you now regret. (Thanks for the invite, Mike.)

No Body Likes A Lycanthrope.

What’s a poor werewolf to do
When his world and the moon turns blue?
As in this mind the lunacy surges
And the brain is beset by unsavoury urges?

I can’t help but prowl the night
And hope my bark’s worse than my bite,
But to my nature I’ve been true
And clearly bitten off more than I can chew.

This rare blood moon has ramped up my compulsion
And ‘neath its light I’m filled with revulsion,
When it comes to regrets, as Sinatra said, I have a few,
Its an issue, like this leg tissue, I’m working through

If I’m ever caught I’ll be Wormwoods bound
Or perhaps, more humanly, the Battersea pound?
My beastly hair-raising episodes I do deeply rue
So I’m keep ’em tightly leashed for a week -or two.

©Obbverse

One for the kids on Halloween. Put the goodies out by the gate with this note, and it kinda worked. We weren’t picked completely clean.

Just A Bit Of A Bite, Please.

If you come here to trick or treat
We’ve an abundance of treats to eat,
But greedy ghosts and ghouls beware;
Don’t take more than your fair share.

Should you fill your goody bag to the brim
You may find your sunny smile turning grim.

Wolfing our entire supply of peppermints- grossly fulfilling,
But losing a filling on Halloween- painfully chilling,
So if you find our Jawbreakers impossible to resist
Don’t blame us when you visit the dentist.

©Obbverse