Spoopy:
I’m so spoopy.Â
When you see me,
you draw out the “oo”
and pop that “py.”
Goodness gracious
I am slickkkkk,
Sliding through,
Gliding through,
I’m right at home
in those pumpkin
patches.
I don’t need to trick
for my candy bars
I’m spoopy, not spooky
I’m the right kind ofÂ
uncomfortable.
When I say “BOO! HAHAH
HAHAHAHHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”
I do it with a cheeky grin
and a relatable catchphrase,
So, you make a meme
instead of hitting me with
you neighbor’s broom.
Halloween is my stage,
the dance floorÂ
for my trendy grooves.
I’m all about those
5.99 supermarket singingÂ
jack-o-lanterns.
But then, my friend, it’s over.
I’m no longer spooky.
Time to wait another year,
Because right now,
I’m just alone,Â
rubbing candy corn
across my cheek,
while cradling aÂ
pumpkin.
Definitely not
spoopy.
