In honor of Halloween, write a four line poem about something that is: spooky.
Not that there was anything spooky about my little Bob the Builder:
Though the way he transformed from Happy To Be Trick Or Treating Angel Boy to Give Me Another Sucker Or I'll Lie Face Down On This Floor In Public Demon Child was quite impressive.
I, uh, probably should have kept a closer eye on the clock so as to recognize when lunch time had arrived. Lesson learned for next year!
We left him to guard our stash
And now the candy is all gone.
So I'm thinking that maybe
My Dada is running a con...