Pumpkins Smashed

It is now two am on Halloween night all seems quiet
After all the children in costume trick or treating
Though there are still pumpkins lit up on front porches
And lanterns hanging outside the picket fences
It is a full moon with the thought of ghools and witches
Then a horrible scream came from a cellar door
It was known to be a haunted house, the streets grew dim, but her voice grew nearer
The pumpkin patch was right behind the house
Some vandals smashed the pumpkins, the squash of disaster
The lonely widow of this house had planted pumpkin seeds 
Her only son and child loved them so dearly
But the unknown was yet to venture as the sons of moaning came aloud
She buried her son under the pumpkin patch when she accidently dropped him in the outside well where he never recovered
She was able to bring him up herself from the dark damp wet of darkness
Then she dug a large grave to bury him in the middle of the pumpkin patch 
She went completely insane for her childs remains kept secret and she drank her self to death with vodka
Now each and every Halloween you will hear her scream
With fury, fire of red flames, damned torture of the hollow soul
For there is. where fools allowed to get their kicks out of smashing pumpkins
Let them be ware!!!!