Friday Poetry Blogging

My mother was never too big on Halloween -- she got nervous at the thought of strange families with overexcited little children coming to the door, and worried about our overexcited dog causing a lawsuit by taking a chomp out of one of these children, and generally considered the evening too much of a fuss -- but this year the LutheranChik household is turning on the porch light and treating the local ghoulies and ghosties to a delightful assortment of treats -- Snickers, Fair Trade milk chocolate nuggets from the food coop, Starbursts, caramels, Hershey kisses, and little packets of Goldfish crackers and chips. The Codeman, and his blonde girlfriends, will be properly supervised and distracted.

And here is a poem in anticipation of the evening, from none other than Robbie Burns .