It's almost the witching hour!

It's that time of year when the ghosts, goblins and witches come out to play.

But lucky for us - they will go away.

Late at night they knock on the door.

Both the rich and the poor.

They ask if we want a trick or treat.

Then we give them something nice to eat.

Then they fly away with their lovely treats,

while we try and make them fat with bags of sweets.

Let's hope they stuff their faces silly for the next year.

So that that when they come again, we will have nothing to fear.

Let's hope they eat and eat,

 until they cannot stand on their own two feet.

So that when they try to get on their sticks, 

they will be as heavy as a load of bricks.

Then they will wobble and weave until they topple of their broom sticks.

And they won't be able to get up to their stupid tricks.