On mischief night I lock my door Against the knocking of the poor.“Trick or Treat?” I hear them cry.We need to eat or we will die!”“The treats are on the roof,” I frown.“Just wait and they will trickle down.” Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Post navigation Pandora’s Jar: Eurydice and Phaedra The Twelve Books of Christmas
