Jolly Jack

A poem for the ubiquitous symbol of Halloween

Jolly Jack-o-lantern Perched upon the porch, What goes through that head of yours, Lit up like a torch?

Do you find it funny To see us dressed like ghouls? Do you long to join us And maybe bend some rules?

Do you think we’re silly With our costumes and our games? Is there room for thought at all Among your flickering flames?

Perhaps you smile with wisdom. Tricks and treats both come and go… But every year you reappear, Sit back, and watch the show.