'Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble'


Those words filled me with dread,


Conjuring up images of cackling witches


And the walking dead.

Spooky graveyards hold their secrets


After dark, who dares to wander?


Only the brave or foolish


Risk their limbs torn asunder.

So maybe this Hallowe'en


You'll give it a miss.


Don't disturb restless souls,


And never trust those you kiss.

For last year I was happy


Then we had a lovers' tiff.


He found another lover


And pushed me off a cliff.

He cashed in my life insurance,


Now they've no money worries.


But he never bought me a headstone,


I'm not even in their memories.

But come this Hallowe'en


It's my turn for revenge.


The ghoulish party they're going to


Is being thrown by my new friends.

Witches, werewolves, vampires galore


Will feast to their delight.


I'll watch with my new partner,


Beelzebub, that's right!

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