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Ten Trick or Treaters: Three

October 27th, 2008 | 6 Comments

This is trick-or-treater number three for the contest I am having. Is he in costume? Is he for real? Give him a name, and tell us who he is. Winners announced on Halloween.


  1. Sarah says:

    Mr. Alfonso Bones, deceased 12 years, was getting a bit bored of his grave. Late one night, he decided to pop his head up into the big world to see what was going on. Alfonso was delighted to see ghosts, goblins and one rather square shaped yellow fellow in a pair of brown pants wandering around, shrieking and gobbling candy by the handful. Remembering the fun he had had on Halloween as a boy and sporting what could only be described as the perfect costume, Alfonso clambered out of his grave, borrowed some clothes from the cart of a nearby sleeping bum, and frolicked out to join the fun!

  2. Sarah R says:

    Mr. Mudge, all made of bones
    Whines, and kicks, and shrieks, and moans
    You’d think he’d be all fine and dandy…
    He has a great big bag of candy!
    But Mr. Mudge, all made of bones,
    Really wanted ice cream cones.

  3. nathan says:

    Petticoat Pete doesn’t trick or treat
    In fact, he doesn’t even eat
    He simply found this lost bag of children food
    And, thinking he might do some good,
    Went door to door saying “lost and found”
    But with no lips the only sound
    He seemed to make was grinding teeth
    Oh, and it just so happened to be Halloween.

  4. Brad says:

    As he picked up the full bag
    Harold felt the thing sag,
    nearly spilling all over the streets.

    Being all skin and bones
    as you’re visiting homes
    certainly gets you those sympathy treats!

  5. Steve says:

    Here we find poor Edgar
    Alone and out of sorts
    He went out trick-or-treating
    And made the news reports

    He’s quite the fine eccentric
    Though most would call him weird
    He bought a beard and mustache comb
    But doesn’t have a beard

    He bastes his turkey backwards
    And butters shut his blinds
    He loves the taste of lemons
    But only eats the rinds

    He cleans his suit with toothpaste
    To mask the undead smell
    Of day-old brat and sauerkraut
    That clings to him like hell

    He parks himself on porches
    When he feels most content
    To share his stirring threnody,
    “The Candy Corn Lament”

  6. Dave says:

    Candy Cornelius, Used Candy Salesman.

    Sometimes he carries his candy in a briefcase.

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