Pumpkins are orange
Always snarling
Ghosts wear striped sheets
Cut-out eyes, shuffling feet
Witches with green faces
Dotting our neighborhood places
Yard tombstones teeter
Launching creatures
Glow sticks and flashlights
Dance in the streets
Doorbells ringing
And parental ghouls singing
Trick or Treat!
(Note: In the first line, have we solved the eternal poetic question: what rhymes with orange?)