Twas the afternoon of Halloween,
and the scene was little children keen,
on stuffing their fat faces all full
with sweets that one found mundane and dull.
You see, little Billy Barrington,
Did not lust after these treats, not one.
He’d heard about a sweet treat so sweet,
It’d knock you off your little feet.
The candy known as Ambercuprine,
appears only on each Halloween.
A hell treat to torture gluttonous,
Still Billy found it desirous.
So he stuffed a backpack nice and tight:
Juice box, phone, a comic and flashlight.
His sister was begrudged to follow,
Because her and Billy's mom said so.
As they walked through, they saw Halloween
Just like that Vietnam movie scene.
The crying of the little baby clowns,
Were like aural armor piercing rounds.
But they turned left at Albuquerque,
Passed the house that always gave jerky.
A blind devil blocked their path and said,
'I heard you want the candy of dread!'
'I don't have time to play games tonight!'
Our candy soldier said to the fr