A Halloween Memoir = 1948 A Poem

When I was a child growing up in Manhattan,

I must have been ten, but I can’ be for certain.

It might have been around the year 1948.

If that’s not the year, its pretty close to that date.

On our way home from school on that halloween day,

My three cousins and I spotted the boys from the corner of our eyes.

We knew what was coming, because it happened last year.

We were filled with anticipation, excitement, and fear.

Those boys always seemed to have the upper hand.

They were stronger, and ran faster than us it was true.

My cousins and I, agreed in these area’s boys and girls were not the same,

But we girls, do have a mind, and we do have a brain.

So we thought of a plan.

The plan we came up with was simple,

just aim for their faces, and keep squirting those water guns,

And then run,and then run, and then run.

The chase was on we ran, and we ran, as fast as we could,

But we knew in the end, it wouldn’t do us much good.

Those boys kept yelling, and yelling at us you can’t get away,

we have you surrounded, and you are going to get pounded,

With the chalk, and the flour, that we have in our socks.

They caught us, and chalked us, and put flour in our hair,

But we girls had a plan, which those boys were unaware.

We screamed, and we screamed, but no one came to our aid.

Isn’t that what happens on halloween day?

We girls looked at one another, and that was the clue, We reached under our coats, and we knew what to do.

We pulled out our water guns, and to their surprise,

Was it fear we detected from the corner of their eyes?

The fight was on we soaked them real good.

We got water in their hair,we got water everywhere we could.

We just keep on squirting, until the water ran out,

But us girls, stuck to our plan, and we ran, and we ran, and we ran.