Halloween poems

Twas the night of Halloween
And all through the house
I was scratching my balls, scabbed up from a louse
When at the front door, what should appear
A lone  trick or treater trembling in fear
I jumped from my recliner, and put on my pants
His slutty costumed mom I needed to glance
I threw him some candy, then shooed him away.
"Hey Momma if you're randy, then let's hit the hay."
Her husband was at home.  Her boy wandering the streets.
Me  and the mom were staining my sheets.
I was pulling her hair, twas a wonderful sight
Happy Halloween to all and for me a good night.