By M.B. 4


Joyful children run up and down the streets,

the house get bombarded with trick or treats,

To the children the amount of candy seems endless,

but the endlessness is just a facade,

The more the children poke and prod through the seemingly endless candy,

the more it disappears,

The day after...

Only a few morsels remain...

Now the candy is gone, for now,

until Halloween comes again.