Sasquatch tries out a scary halloween hay ride

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“The Fright of the Forest”

They said, “Come ride, it’s just pretend—
A hayride with some spooky friends!”
But poor ol’ Squatch, with nerves so tight,
Signed up for terror, not delight.

He thought he'd scare, not be the scared,
But screamed when fog and masks appeared.
A banshee moaned, a scarecrow lunged—
He yelped, turned pale, and tightly clung.

He gripped the arm of Sandra Lee,
Who muttered, “Dude, you're crushing me!”
His massive frame began to quake—
A werewolf made his kneecaps shake.

The humans laughed, the pumpkins glowed,
As Sasquatch sobbed in overload.
So now he hides each Halloween,
Avoids the lights, the shrieks, the scream.

And if you ask, “What’s scarier, bro—
A haunted ride or winter snow?”
He’ll whisper low through chattering teeth:
“The haunted hay. I nearly peed.”