Twas the night before last, when all through the farm
Not a monster was sitting, not even a marm.
The Acers were haunted by the clan with heed,
In hopes that we all soon would be dead in deed.
The children were running in terror and fright,
While visions of goblins and ghouls worsened their plight.
And Brandon in his toque, and I doing great,
Had just begun the first of our date.
When out in the distance there arose such a clatter,
I was wary to go see what was the matter.
Away to the crowd we were drawn to the line,
We mindlessly forked out a twenty buck fine.
The moon was dim and no lights shown,
Making all creep along wary to the bone.
When, what to my delicate ears should sound,
But a cosmic boom, crack, shot ringing abound.
With a freaky old driver, so grotesque and half dead,
We boarded a rickety, rackety bus with great dread.
More rapid than kamikazes he drove that old thing,
And he moaned and grunted “Them to you I bring!”
Battered and bruised we exited that bus,
And begun the trail without the slightest fuss.
So toward the school we went four by four,
With trepidation and anticipation we went through the door.
And then, in an instant, all lights went out.
The dead, the masked and dismembered crept about.
Poor Brandon, being a guy tried to act tough;
But due to a girl, his arm was about to fall off!
But due to a girl, his arm was about to fall off!
But what to my surprise he too squealed quite loud!!
And turned and hugged me to shut out the terrible crowd!
The grim reaper was about to take off his head,
But pushing and running we escaped that dread!
Onward and onward we senselessly went,
And ran into Chucky who had a vendetta to vent!
We tried to escape, oh yes we did, from playing tag
Alas and alack, I was chain-sawed higher than my leg.
Excuse me! I said with quite the force.
I thought touching wasn’t allowed in this course!
Laughing and mocking the man kept sawing,
So I turned and almost started clawing!
Through the maze we ran blindly,
Trying to escape all the men who were unkindly.
And to our amazement and utter relief,
We began to see the end of our grief.
Up ahead, just yonder, lied the end,
We made it, we made it, oh truly my friend.
And with my complexion much fairer,
We left the “Acers of Terror”!
