On Hallowe’en we’ll steal the gate
And kilter everything thats straight
I love the “keep off the grass” sign; it reminds me of my youth. Whilst trick-or-treating my mom was adamant that it was exceedingly rude to go from one house to the next by way of the side lawn; one must walk down the driveway, along the sidewalk, and up the next driveway. As my friends’ moms didn’t always enforce this rule with such vigor, I was often at the back of the kid-line at each house since the others had cut through the yard. I was a bit like Charlie Brown receiving the proverbial rock.
These pumpkin-headed youths taught a lesson to the homeowner that dared post this sign in front of their Thomas Kinkade-style cottage…don’t tell us what to do, or we’ll steal your sign…and your gate…and traipse across your grass!
Ah, another giant jack-o-lantern’s flame sets off a blaze of Halloween romance, it happens every year. One of the pumpkin-headed men seems to say, “Well alright, sweet smoochies.” But that other seems shocked by the public display of affection, either that or the vaporous owl is trying to rob him at wing-point.
It appears to me that a black cat was baked into a spice cake — with really hard and thick icing that breaks off like shattered glass — and then the pumpkin-bodied, corn-limbed guys with red pepper hats went to have a slice and got the shock of their lives when the cat burst forth from the seasonal confection.
Were the pumpkin-bodied, corn-limbed, red-pepper-hat-wearin’ guys actually the ones that baked the cat into the dessert in the first place? Did they hope that an entombed cat would add extra zest to their spicy treat? And what the heck is that mysterious glowing phallic symbol in the background? Or is that the Washington Monument?