Every year, around this time, we compose a poem, which sometimes rhymes,
about ghoulies and ghosties and long legged beasties
who'll come to your door demanding a feastie
This year is no different, and we think that you'll find,
some blood-curdling tales will focus your mind;
And keep you awake for those folks who'll come calling...
What can we say? Our poem is appalling!
Stories of vampires and unwanted guests, comic book horrors, brain-eating pests
Of gruesome tales we have no lack, you just provide the pumpkin named Jack.