Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

The haunted house on willow hill,
center piece for hallowed thrills.
Doing as many have done before,
daring others to knock on the door.

Not one wanting to take the dare
knowing they'll get,one hell of a scare
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe,
the littlest one has to go.

Eyes are wide, trembles with fear,
whilst all the others begin to cheer.
Tiny steps, steady and slow,
Groan, 'why did it have to be me to go?'

All too soon he's at the door,
where he has got to tap, times four.
Shaking fist, rap, rap, rap,
somethings moving, ghost, ghoul? Crap!

Turn and run as fast as he can,
to hurriedly join the rest of his clan.
Shaking, panting, gulping air,
he's just done his very first dare.

His turn is over
for this year.
Next hallows eve
will brandish more fear!

Written Sept 18th 07