Old witches, they whisper into the night
as they hand out their sweets
to devils and angels begging for treats.
"Oh," hags crone and look down their noses,
telling tales of goblins' delight
and how the results are oh, such a sight. . .

"Guts and gore are no goblins' delight
they wish you no ill,
just to cause you a fright.
For screams upon screeches
and squirms in small breaches
cause as much thrill
as hoots and howls
and a blood curdling squeal.

"As you walk home on Halloween night,
skipping along with candy in tow
remember, remember a goblin's delight
is no vampire leaching
or zombie arm reaching.
Goblins wish only a horrific show
with giggles and wiggles
as they make you a troll."