HAUNTED HAYRIDE

Fire and smoke from witches brew

Ascending on this harvest moon

Smells like charbroil overdone

Taste that lingers on the tongue

Seated on the bails of straw

Chilled to the bone, at once I saw

A creature from the black lagoon

With vampire teeth and threat of doom

The tractor driver now gone missing

The creature closing in is hissing

Our wagon speeding fast downhill

Only choice is to abandon ship!