Come here, my poet, and prepare to enter the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #49! The topic is Hallowe’en.
O, what shall I be
for Hallowe’en?
A monster, a princess
or a Lima bean?
With pumpkins carved
and burning bright
if one tips over
the porch will ignite.
Trick-or-treaters won’t come
if the house is on fire
unless they’re as stupid
as an old flat tire.
Fake skeletons dangle
from the dead oak trees
One’s leg is on backwards
and his head’s stuck to his knee
Sometimes directions
are too hard to read.
O’ what shall I be
for Hallow’en?
Probably something simple.
Like me.
Birmingham, AL 35242, USA
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is