The Left Overs

I passed them squares of chocolate
through the cream cast iron grate
and disgruntled though they were
to receive such a paltry offering
it seemed to please them to find in me
a grown up playmate.

I rushed out in the rain
lest I be caught out once again
with nothing suitable to greet
the four foot ghouls
with opened palms
who called out 'Trick or Treat'.

And though I returned
with multicoloured treats
(and types of chocolate
kids might like to eat)
the night brought no more
four foot ghouls
with opened palms
parading down our street.