October Screams

October Screams CHUCKMASKS

October screams
And midnight dreams
Fly through the air
It's Hallowe'en!

Monsters mash
And young ones dash
While the candy makers
Just rake in the cash.

Now, old Charlie Jenkins
Grows awful big punkins
That he carves in the shape
Of all o' them Munchkins.

Aunty Em, Aunty Em,

Aha,ha,ha,ha,ha!

And old lady Slaughter
Doesn't do what she oughter
When she sips from her jug
Of whiskey and water.

She grabs up her broom
To the sky she zooms
'Til she loses control
Overcome by the fumes.

Myself, I'm o'er taken
From my bed I am shaken
All my windows are rattlin'
'Til the glass it is breakin'.

A swarm of fell beasts
And black-hooded priests
Stampede through my house
Seekin' bloody good eats.

Their red eyes are fixin'
On me, and I'm nixin'
Their idea for a stew
They grab me, THEY'RE MIXIN'.........