So we'll go no more a-rolling
folks' yards on Halloween,
for the cops would come patrolling
and bust up our fun-filled scene.

For the trees should not wear Charmin,
and the neighbors shouldn't see
grown men in masks out harmin'
their precious property

So the night's not made for strolling
through town to vandalize.
We'll go no more a-rolling
folks' yards. It's just not wise.


This poem first appeared in Verse-Virtual (July 2015).
Used here with permission.