Gramps
& the Kid “Trick-or-treat!?”
(a
paraprosdokian (surprise-ending))
Ghosts!
Goblins! Wild Ghouls run-rampant Halloween-night
Escort-Gramps
leads little-Z. Typer through a perilous-fright
To
innocent-eyes a yellow full moon highlights skeleton-trees
A
young-girl’s forlorn scream causes hot, red-blood to freeze
Hand-in-hand
secure against evil-demons the pair advance
Dare
step upon yon porch to beg a charity-candy chance?
With
trepidation-fear creaks wide the door cavernous dark-black
A
wrinkled-witchlike bony-hand deposits goodies in his held sack
A
shy-smile parts his lips, “Gee! That wasn’t just too bad!”
Eager,
now, to advance, catch-up with other lasses and lads
Braver
still with each passing “Trick or treat!” easy-conquest
His
“Sweetness-bag” filling fast, “Wow! This is the very best!”
“Why
did I fear the night? Must have entertained ‘Insane!’”
Nothing
at all to scare; old Gramps carries his stout-cane
And,
really! Those evil spirit-demon-wraiths myriad-abound
Just
kiddos masquerading-fun for sweet-candy treats-around
Uh!
Oh! Fanged-Dracula slurped blood from monster-Frankenstein
Thought
I saw a wicked-witch broom-riding tease a wolf-man kind
Just
when it all seemed going-good mean-clouds shrouded yon bright-moon
Now,
candy-treats taste not so sweet! Was that noise made by an evil-goon?
Settle-down!
It’s all just some silly game! I hope! I pray!
Something
grabbed my pants-leg! “Devil! Let go!” I say
I
truly want to run and flee but my crazy-legs refuse to cooperate
“Please!
Dear God! Forgive all my sins! Surely I’m not too late?”
Embarrassed
that my partner seems fine, collected, calm, quite-cool
If
I stop shaking, perhaps, he’ll not think me be such a chicken-fool
Always
ever-patient, lovingly, he looks at me; my champion-of-all-champs
“It’s
alright! Nothing to fear! Don’t be afraid! I will protect you---Gramps!”
Happy
Halloween! “Boo!”
