Knock-knock...
Who’s that prowling on my porch--
dark and silent, waving a torch?
Ding-dong…
Must you lurk? Must you linger,
pressing my bell with one knobbly finger?
Knock-knock.
You again? What do you want?
Kids to frighten? Mansions to haunt?
Ding-dong.
Beat it, goblin! Now I’m mad.
This Halloween is the worst that I’ve had.
Stuck in my house. No candy to eat.
Dressed up and waiting to go trick-or-treat…
…you’ve wrecked my plan to meet my friend Drew.
DREW!
What a costume!
I KNEW it was you.