Every year for Halloween,
Mrs. Wilkerson would always get it right,
Baking and making treats for the oncoming night.
Once a child would come to the door,
They would greet her with malice,
And ignore the goodies on the stool by the floor.
Mrs. Wilkerson had, had enough,
So she made her special treats
With some other…stuff.
Whence a foolish child came,
Nobody would ever see that child again.
So what is this other stuff,
That made Mrs. Wilkerson’s treats so…
Cold to the touch.
The eyes and toes of the children,
Whom she’d had enough.