'Tis said the Perfect Pumpkin dwells
      In darkest, dankest dungeon cells,
      Protected by wild, witchy spells
      And demons from the deepest Hells.


      And why, you ask, such guarded ways,
      Such incantations and diplays,
      And why the witch on broom forays,
      To cast mad spells that doom and daze?


      Because, my dears, so goes the tale,
      That whosoe'er can brave the trail,
      Defeat the demons, does not quail
      To seek and find the Gourdy Grail,


      To this bold one of Knightly traits,
      Who's laughed at and defied the Fates,
      Passed thru' and thru' the Goblin Gates,
      
          A PERFECT HALLOWEEN AWAITS!





Copyright © 1992 by Gerry Edwards