All Hallow's Eve

I'm not afraid of no ghost.

It's all a bunch of hocus pocus

And pickles

And llamas

And other scary things

And there was this once,

Upon a midnight dreary,

While I pondered, weak and weary,

That everyone hailed to the pumpkin throne.

I chat with my sister about bloody hands and time travel

And we search for pirates and hoverboards on Amazon.

We have a theory about velociraptors.

And, by the way,

I am a murderess,

She is a jazzerciser.

And a hitchhiking ghost follows us home

For Family Home Evening.

Happy Halloween!