Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Occasion for Chaos

Soft and sweet has turned Halloween.

Trick or treaters are deemed so cute.

Candy companies hype the scene

In making more profit pursuit.

So when I left the pumpkin patch,

And was carved out with my big smile,

I thought up some chaos to hatch,

Then carry out in gruesome style.

So in suburbia I be,

Upon the preacher's porch I sit.

Appear so innocent is me.

In welcoming fashion I'm lit.

When a kid does say, "Trick or treat,"

Then this Jack O'Lantern does eat.