Halloween

by Finlay Roger aged 8

We get dressed up and colour our faces
think of a joke and knock on doors
and say trick or treat smell my feet
give me something good to eat
We make people laugh and then cry
and our lovely neighbours fill our treat bags to the sky.
when we get home we count our treats
then vanish up the stairs and straight to sleep with out a peep.

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