It was Halloween night
Not a creature was stirring
Which gave the Reaper great fright
He said, "Something must have gone wrong on my favorite night."
"Something indeed", says a voice from the shadows.
"Something that starts with the meadows.
Then takes flight,
And infects the air,
Then goes down,
Down to whatever's there,
You can't stop it, not now,
not with a scythe, or even a gun.
For what's happening has already begun.
Take cover, or don't, I don't really care.
Hmm should I tell you what's going on?
Would that make it fair?
After all this is your favorite night.
It's a shame it was infected by this plight.
To stop it will take all your might.
Are you willing to possibly fight?"
"OF COURSE I AM YOU OBNOXIOUS VOICE!
Why are you rhyming, is it because it's Halloween?
That's cheesy -_-"
"You'll regret saying that, for rhyming is a great joy,
For that I place this curse on you,
You must rhyme just as I do."
"I don't feel anything,
I think your curse is no good."
"Why's your mouth quivering?
Are you itching to say something?"
"NOPE, nothing.
AHHH I just rhymed what have you done to me!
Couldn't you just leave me be.
My favorite night is ruined thanks to you.
What more could you do.
Sigh rhyming is lame,
I guess you just think of this as a game."
"I'll be on my way." Said the voice,
"Make the right choice,
I'm sure you can,
Look for the man in the white van,
He has candy in case you're wondering."
Once the voice was gone the Reaper sighed,
"I really want pie."
He decided he had nothing to lose,
Even though he was sure that voice had a loose screw,
He went to find the man in the van.
