glen easton, wv usa
My first halloween was just so great, I was
2, and it was 1968.
Scarey things that go bump in the night, the security of mom, was always within sight.
She dressed me as Pocohontas, no kidding folks, like a girl, yuk to be honest.
There I was making my way down the street.
That damb bag getting under my tiny feet.
Having to go door to door, and trying to
mutter a weary, trick or treat.
By the end of the second block I was
thinking, give me a break.
Was thinking about telling my mom, and older
brother, to go jump in a lake.
We made our way safely home.
No more were we to roam.
I soon found halloween was indeed so sweet.
No trick, and all treat.
(CANDY) (CANDY) (CANDY) (CANDY)!!!!!