Need A Man? Become A Halloween Fan!

The cat finds all kinds of ridiculous things around, but you humans can really astound. Are you that simple at your sea? Yeah, it really doesn't surprise me.

When you're in need,
And Halloween is near,
Come plant a seed,
And a man will appear.

Bury a ring in a potato plate.
Then sit around and hope.
Halloween is the date,
Where you'll catch a dope.

The guy who eats it is your mate.
There is no other for you.
So just trust good old fate,
And wait for him to step in view.

Name hazelnuts at your sea.
Name them guy 1, 2 and 3.
Then go on a pyro spree.
Throw them in a fire with glee.

The hazelnut that doesn't pop,
Or explode in the fire,
And instead burns non stop,
Will be the name of the guy you aspire.

Maybe make up a drink,
One from which diabetes will be had.
Yeah, not water from the sink,
That too is bad.

Fill it with sugar stuff,
Then suck it back.
You'll dream of the hot stuff,
And marry him at your shack.

Or just get an apple,
Then cut off the skin.
No need to grapple,
Toss it over your shoulder for the win.

Then turn and stare.
The peel is so wise.
It will make you be aware,
The face of your future guys.

But if that isn't for you,
Just start apple bobbing away.
The first to make it through,
Will marry the next day.

Geez, desperate much? Maybe more than a touch. Not sure if the guys did anything, but women sure wanted that ring. Superstitions far and wide. Glad such idiotic things died. But now we have more that I can sass, which I do with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.