A Trick For My Wits and A Treat For My Worries

Curse you, trick-or-treater!

These plots of yours have gone too brave

Don’t you know that revenge will taste better

After mindlessly digging up your own little grave?

Who thinks “Do Not Disturb” is a useless sign

That still shadows my scorn for this “holiday”?

Well, since you have already crossed the line

It’s my turn to be wicked in my own way

Oh, the things I have in store for you…

Can only be called a skele-ton!

Your heart will beat faster from a simple “boo”

And tremble in fear while you run, run, run

Perhaps I should put on a spooky disguise

A cat or a bat or the evil witch

Then show up at your doorstep to your surprise

With three knocks down and a ding-dong ditch

Menacing, I’d be, more frightening than a ghoul

You'll screech in fear while I cackle with thrill

No longer will they take me for the gullible fool

Who’s haunted by pranks and prone to chills

Just you wait for more tricks up my sleeve

For proving you’ve got such bones to pick

Daylight will wake slower, best believe—!

Once you discover the true lunatic

Dracula and Frankenstein can never compete

Since a trick for my wits is an act never seen

It pays off as a treat for my worries, bittersweet

To reap what you’d sown, on the next Halloween