The sun was setting, the day’s work done,
So first they set out for a refreshing run.
It was Hallowe’en.
With their moon white hair and somber black clothes,
They were hard to see, as everyone knows,
So they added some stripes in tape that glows,
To be sure they’d be seen.
They ran down streets where scarecrows grew
On every lawn though there were a few,
That had sprouted gravestones, old but new.
‘Twas an eerie scene.
As they jogged along they heard on the air
Songs so spooky it gave them a scare,
They ran faster to get out of there.
To a place more serene.
The streets became busy with many odd creatures,
Some with really surprising features.
They climbed up some stairs to use them as bleachers,
And looked for a theme.
Ghosts, Goblins and witches, vampires galore
Running and laughing, going door to door,
Buzz Lightyears, Darth Vaders, Princesses and more
But no sign of a Queen.
They finally moved home to a party there.
With their somber black clothes and moon white hair
And some added makeup they made a great pair
Of vampires so keen.
The party was over; the place was a mess,
But all they could do was wash and undress,
They’d clean up in the morning, no need to obsess,
It was Hallowe’en.
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