Yet Accompanied by Its Mummy --

The Original

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Each happy Halloween I rise at dawn                
to bolt the doors and nail the windows shut,                
on having fixed barbed wire around the lawn                
to full protect my petrified stiff butt;                
the tigers being slipped to fortify                
the ten-foot fence of tough tried Tungsten rock,                
the rabid rats and jackals on standby,                
the pet bonobo armed with every Glock;                
the gators readied in the fresh-dug moat,                
the orisons sent up to Mars and Set,                
the speech "St. Crispin's Day" pronounced by rote,                
the Shakespeare nice rewinding on cassette --                
for each All Hallows' Eve my pricking thumbs      
portend the trick-or-treater TERROR comes . . .
 
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