The lights are dimmed, the beats are loud,

They’re ready for the party crowd.

Open doors, invite them in;

This years cocktail – ‘Bloodied Gin’.

The Frankensteins are looking swell,

New stitches, tightened bolts as well.

They boogie in the hall for hours,

Then plug themselves in for more power.

The Mummy family is here,

All wrapped up in fancy gear;

Their bandages look extra white,

And glow with hieroglyphic lights.

Count Dracula and Bride look smitten,

You can tell she’s just been bitten.

His other Brides sulk and pout,

They dance together – all fangs out.

The Witches’ brooms are parked outside,

One brought a tree since her broom died.

Their black cats’ fur smoothed down with lotion,

They plan to try their new love potion.

The Werewolf boys are looking sweet,

Their furs been brushed from face to feet.

No sign of fleas under the light,

They’ll dance and howl right through the night.

And here’s the smell that lets us know,

The Zombie Clan are going to show.

Red eyes and rotten skin that reeks,

And teeth that fall out when they speak.

A word of caution if you’re near,

Ignore the screams and wails you hear.

Don’t go in – Don’t peek inside,

Or Halloween will be

                               the day

                                         you

                                              died.