Revenge of the Gourds
It was long after dark the night of Halloween,
that all the young children began to loudly scream.
It wasn’t the lack of sticky sweet treats that they feared,
but something far worse that caused all their tears.
With all of those young dressed up as ghost and ghouls,
the evil spirits awoke and rose from their tombs.
They glided around the land of live men,
and found their new homes in all the pumpkins.
Their eyes glowed bright red from the giant orange orbs,
the sharply carved teeth chomped like never before.
They chased the all the children down the dark streets,
their empty buckets now void of their sticky sweet treats.
Mothers and fathers too ran so fast,
hoping the horrors of the night wouldn’t last.
Wrong they were, for when daylight did return,
the yards were all littered with bloody costumes now torn.
Children in pieces, Moms and Dads too,
The pumpkins had killed them, it was now what they do.
It was the Revenge of the Gourds, for carving them a face,
and now they would carve humans, and end the human race.