"Trick Or Treat"

On Halloween night, in my haunted abode,
I whipped up a stew from a century-old code.
With eye of newt and a dash of despair,
It’s bubbling, it's toiling—a witch’s nightmare.

I tossed in a spider, a bat wing or two,
For a rich, earthy flavor like horror fondue.
The #skeletons clattered and sniffed with delight,
"Who needs pumpkin spice? This potion's just right!"

The goblins complained, “It’s undercooked toes!”
While zombies moaned loudly, “Too few... garden slugs!”
I apologized quickly, threw in a black beetle,
Then topped off the brew with a candied sour weevil.

The ghosts brought desserts —marshmallow ghost flan,
And eyeball éclairs, just melting in hand.
So if you’re in search of a spine-tingling treat,
Come taste my fine cooking ... if you dare to eat!