Pumpkins only smile when they’re lit

Pumpkins only smile when they’re lit

Knocking and ringing at doors
Some yell ‘trick or treat’
Others still quite shy
Linger on lamp—lit street

Newts—eye, fresh snot boogers, mixed with witches spells
As ‘first’ princesses in raptures of’ joy caught
While little fingers poke at door bells
Certain costumes are store—bought
While many are creatively hand—made
All watched over by doting guardians ­

During this happy masquerade

This procession of children out for Autumn play
A fitting prelude to the onetime seriousness
On ‘All-Hallows Day’
Many houses festooned with jack—o—lanterns
Smiling bright
For a special celebration that casts
Warm glows this night

With bags Lull of sweet-tooth desires
Boys and girls reach their goals
But there are some who turn out their lights
And sit in dark cubby-holes
Those ill—prepared grown—ups afraid
To be seen and stir about
Embarrassed as red-faced children,caught
When their candy all too quickly runs—out.