He was a foolish old miser
So, he was none of the wiser...
He would not not listen
To the advice of
His family or his next of kin.
And so on Halloween
He wanted to frighten and to scare
Young children to his house
They went through his front door
As quiet as a mouse
But one night the joke was on him
A spook A spectre
Came to his door
Did he talk to the spirit's?
Who goes there?
He would call out and moan
Nothing but a silly old crone!
Get Lost! Get out of my home!
Aren't you a little old to trick and treat?
No! I will not give you my money
Or my food to eat!
But the witch was relentless in her quest
The silly old man stole his way through life
And so she taunted and tormented him
Throughout the night
All because he kept all he had
and would not share
So he was frightened by the ghoul
And the bear - So now the Old man
breathed his last
And that part of the story is now in the past
The witch the ghoul, left him them there dead
He must have died from an enchantment
And a sickened head.
So the little children came to his home
To collect his fathers debt
And the miser's money that he had stole
Rained down on the children
As if is was gold!
See there is always a happy ending
for the just and the true
But for the liars and thieves
And between me and you
All he cared about was his money
But it wasn't very funny
How he he met his end
And maybe this story
May seem unreal or fake
But these are the choices
You will have to make.
Will you share in life
Or hold on to what you have?
Will you lie and steal?
If so, then this is the deal
The silly old crone will come for you too
Just don't wait too long with your gold
And in the process sell your soul...
Before she comes for you too
Know that the moral of this poem
Is surely true!
If you are bent
and hold on to your money
with selfish intent
You know what will happen -
You'll be next in her queue!