Could it be, is it truly...
Halloween?
My hopes are high, with a gleam in my eye,
I fear I got butterflies!
It's a special time- you see- when ghost
Are free to arise,
And the smell of fear is high,
My body quivers, as if it's alive,
But my pets- I've collected a few- might seem obscene...
To the likes of you.
But I wish you wouldn't scream,
When you've come to my screen.
It's quite ghastly,
Though they may be missing a limb or a spleen, and might be a bit unsightly.
It's how I obscured so many ticks and treats for you!
Would you care for a few?
But if you are unsatisfied, shall I open the door?
I've got plenty room for more.
We can be a family!
I'm ever so welcoming!
Just watch out for the gore.
Come, now, don't be such a bore!
I can hear your heart beating,
Like it's a chore,
It's a thump that keeps repeating,
Sending my ears ringing!
Shall we give it a rest?
Don't protest,
I believe it's for the best,
If you'd come and take a rest.
And my pets! They do like to play,
What do you say?
I think you'd make the prefect guest!
If you're ever so inclined, to be swayed,
could you come in this way?