Been dancing round the bushes
Red and white fabric twirling around me.
Giggling arrives, accompanying gushes
Flaunting several bright Orangish faces.
They tumble, stutter, squirm and push
Grinning ear to ear at my sight.
I stop twirling and make them shush
From fear of waking up the ménage.
Just then, the clock struck thrice
Announcing our treating hour.
The pumpkins and me begin to rise
For time of our shenanigans had come.
We walk and hop through the shades
Whistling slowly throughout the way.
Ignoring the usual trick-or-treat charades
Giving something sweet to eat, trick free.
We are the Santas of Halloween
Giving out treats without any tricks.
The ones loved alike by adults and weans
No matter what their actual age is.
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Poetry[Highest rank: #33 in poetry ] *Wattys2018 Longlist* A collection of my thoughts, inspirations and intense emotions in the manifestation of poems. Hope you all enjoy reading my poems !
