1 October 2012
Every year, at Hallowe'en, I find myself just up the road, For many hours, buying sweets, For trick-or-treaters by the load.
I'm hanging out with all the frozens, German beer tucked 'neath my arm, While dragging my stampede of trolleys, Round and round the witching charm.
A box of candles, three of matches, Spices from the devil's den, A bottle of hot cocoa powder, Scarlet apples, by the ten.
A wreath of pumpkins, soup and raisins, This day, I cannot belittle, For, instead of church or graveyard, My dark party is at Lidl.
Lidl • Opuss № I