“Drunk on a ladder is the place to be,
When you’re plotting and scheming up Halloween.
Lacerations from wire and burning hot glue,
And constantly backing up to gain a better view,
Of this year’s monster you’re creating.
Hoping for awe while the folks are trick-or-treating.
Some grown ups will say, “who’d you pay?”
They are used to small thinking.
“I made it myself,
Without any help!”
The newspapers say I’m the talk of the day.
“I don’t give a damn. It’s nothing we plan.”
Building goes on and on…
All the while drinking.
So, “Ladders and Beer” is the cheer this year,
Asking for candy with fright is the plight.
If you come around wondering what wonders you’ve found,
Know that ladders and beer made them; tip-to-ground.