Halloween - A poem/story

So, I actually managed to get my old computer up and running again, and found this little "treat" saved in my creative writing folder!

As a bit of backstory, approaching October of 2007 I became interested in writing a children's poem about Halloween, with even the faintest hope of trying to get it published in a local paper or even a book. It's important to note that, I cranked out the first half of it in a few sittings, saved it, and didn't work on it until a few weeks/one month later.

Hence, halfway through the poem, the whole feel of the poem changes, the rhyme scheme is adjusted, etc.

I might work on finishing this or polishing it up, but I just thought I'd share it for some LOLs hopefully. :P

[hide=HALLOWEEN by SerpentEye]The month of October

On the thirty-first day

Listen - its true -

To what Ill now say

Halloween night

Around eight I recall

Sister and I waited

Out in the hall

I dressed like a dragon

And she as a witch

Our costumes were perfect

Every last stitch

The wart on her nose

(Gross, I admit)

Was large, green and hairy

Ghastly, and sick!

Black robes, a cape

Broom and a wand

Completed her dress

So now Ill move on

My costume was something

Mother had made

A week before tonight

Out of fabric like jade

The back was all lined

With spikes colored red

They trailed from my tail

To the top of my head

Our escorts were ready:

Circus clowns Mom and Dad

We ran out the door

Empty sacks in our hands

A street full of candy

Goblins and ghouls

Beckoned our group

With its sugary pull

For an hour or more

We ran up the street

Knocking on doors

Gathering treats

Our bags began bulging

Full to the top

Such a large load of candy

We both had got!

A house or so later

Im afraid to confess

We found ourselves lost,

Alone and distressed

Our parents had left us

(Or visa-versa I guess:

Perhaps in the chaos

It was they WE had left?)

In the dark of the night

Unsure of our position

I knocked on a door:

Our final imposition

A hag appeared before us

Behind the door of oak

"Come in, come in, sweet children!"

Is what to us she croaked

Her skin was dry and flaky

Eyes were black as coal

Her hair was thick and matted

Face was flecked with moles

Although a little frightened

We followed her inside

She led us to the living room

And sat us side-by-side

"Tell me," she inquired

Pacing to-and-fro

"What brings you to my doorstep

Without a chaperone?"

In reply I sweetly told her:

"Were old enough to be alone

Without adults and on our own.

"Still, our parents know were out

If it gets late they'll start to shout.

"Oh, look at that!

Half-past nine and time to go

We'd really love to stay and chat,

But honestly we must get back!"[/hide]