A Halloween Poem

Dear Halloween,

On your night, many years,

I would go with my peers,

And ding dong the doors left and right.

We'd dress up as ghosts,

Princesses most,

And stay up all through the night.

All of that candy
came in quite handy,
not to us, but to our mother.

And he won't admit it,
But I saw him do it,
they appeal also to my father.

No longer do I
ring the doorbells that nigh,
I am finished. I am done.

But every so often,
I think of the time when,
Of candy, I didn't have none.

And there ya go. I was just in it for the candy. =D