The Little Tale
Of Sammy Whale
A Halloween Story

It was the night of Halloween, and no person could ever guess,
the horrible atrocities which I’m about to confess.
It is with a heavy heart I say, that I do relate this tale,
of a little boy in a rural town, called Sammy Whale.

Little Sammy was quite a sight, most aptly named,
for it was his size and weight, which made our Sammy famed.
Little he was only in age, but in bearing he was grand.
he was famous in his surroundings everywhere he went.

His weight he had gained over various years, with persistent care,
for he made sure that he always had enough candy and never would he share.
It was due to this, frame of mind, that he went alone to trick or treat,
those whom tried to follow him, he promised to break their teeth.

Respected as his size made him when people were confronted eye to eye,
to say that he was well loved, well dear people, that would be a lie.
Merrily they waved him out, as he walked away alone,
some wishing him luck by saying, break a leg or better yet a bone.

Sammy had tried to disguise himself, in various obscure ways,
but no costume could ever fit him, much to his disgrace.
In the end he resigned in his faith and decided to paint himself blue,
so that he resembled a whale much more, then any of us could ever do.

Gleefully he would ring the bell, of some unsuspecting host,
proclaiming, ‘dear sir or madam I like all, from cotton candy to toast.’
The person opening the door, would often be amazed and stare,
as Sammy looted the candy without them even being aware.

Then Sammy came unto the door, of greedy old Pete,
whom hated children heartily and would never give a treat.
Sammy didn’t know that yet, so as he poked his head,
he said to Pete, ‘I don’t do tricks so give me a treat instead.’

Pete laughed heartily at the boys courage and said I ‘wouldn’t bet.
For my boy you better be tricking, for treating you’re too fat’.
Sammy never heard anything like this, he went crazy as can be,
and after cannibalizing Pete he went on a killing spree.

I managed to track Sammy down by following the bloody trail,
and the smell of corpses filled the air, albeit a little bit stale.
As I approached Sammy gently, my arms filled with sweets,
I soothingly told him I had many, many more treats.

He bowed his head and started to binge, devouring the goods,
then I crushed his fattened skull with my ironclad boots.
He was still shrieking from the top of his lungs as blood gushed from his nose,
he mumbled and stumbled and shrieked aloud, what he said, god only knows.

For the sounds were garbled, and intertwined with the swooshing of my cane,
with which I whipped him in a frenzy, the sound turned me insane.
As I opened my eyes I saw the corpse, one big bloody mess,
barely human to recognize, he still resembled a whale nonetheless.

Now you might ask, what the morale would be, of this stunning story,
what would be the deeper thoughts behind this curtain of gory.
Well my children, here it is, never go out treating without a friend,
for if you do you might just find your live to get a similar end.