Oh the horror

Once upon an evening blustery,
here we see a character rustling,
shuffling through leaves and door to door.
The stumbling figure was indeed poor Fella,
who lurched forward in costume yellow.

Candy please!

he repeatedly implored
House to house he sought this gift
and soon his bag he could not lift;
for it overflowed with goodies and treats galore.
But there was yet one door upon which to knock,
which Fella spied as he stumbled down the block.

Have you candy?

he entreated in the shadow of the door
But the answer came back, sad and morose,

we ran out of candy hours ago.

No candy on Halloween? Oh, the inconceivable hor-ror.