A.N. Falls off towards the end, sorry.
’twas a crisp autumn eve when the demons arrived
Defiling the air as they rushed to their prize
Releasing their stench while the good folks around
Cowered and trembled as they fell to the ground
But, to their cemetery spot, the demons all sped
Where they feasted on corpses of flesh freshly-dead
What a horrible sight it was to behold!
The corpses unearthed, both young and old
But who would stop them? Would a hero arise?
Would he come a-flying through the dark, foggy skies?
Or would he jump in, leaping straight off a roof,
Vanquishing the demons in a moment of truth?
Of all the scenarios, the hero least likely
Was the one who emerged, righteous and mighty
He was a small ball of fluff, a tiny, cute thing,
Screaming his outrage while flapping his wings
Bright beady eyes condemned those who dared
Interfere with his peace, catch his people unawares
Though his wee chirps were tiny, his messages were strong,
And, one by one, the other people joined along
The foul demons froze, dropped their deplorable deeds,
And, overwhelmed by this courage, began their retreat
The people moved to followed, bearing rakes and knives,
Ready to draw blood, to bring justice alive
But the Puffball only chirped, though now to bring calm,
For there are other ways than violence to right these types of wrongs
And the people dropped their weapons, for they saw the demons’ fear,
Beings whose hunger drove them to feast but once per year
That’s when the Puffball Lewis brought his best idea to light
He gave a bowl of candies to these demons of the night
And helped them to discover a brand-new type of treat
The first trick-or-treaters, from this generous Halloween feat