October's Party -- A Halloween Poem

Said October, "I'm a cheerful month,
With colors brightly glowing
From trees in gold and crimson dressed—
To bad I must be going.

November comes with sobs and sighs,
And dull days, dark and gloomy,
With scudding clouds, and dismal storms,
That make earth sad and tomb-y.

"I ought to give folks, 'fore I leave,
A party, gay and jolly,
Something cheerful to remember
Through November's melancholy."

Said October with a chuckle,
I will brighten up the scene
And make a jolly party of
The old-fashioned Halloween.

I'll get the Pumpkins to help me—
They're really handsome fellows,
And they'll be quite decorative
With their hues of orange-yellows.

Then the witches, too, shall help me,
And their black cats, sly and cunning;
With orange I'll offset their black
And the contrast will be stunning.

Yes, I'll give a Halloween party
That the young folks will remember;
A night of mirth to brighten up
The gloom of gray November.

From "Old Fashioned Halloween Fun" by Marie Irish