I picked up that anomaly on the mike
A short rollercoaster to scare the brave
Plastic witches cackling in a cobwebbed corner
Speakers blasting groans of ghouls beyond their grave.
But there is no digging effect on my machine
A creation of a thousand Halloween sounds
Yet sometimes maintenance picks up this extra
The scratching of soil in these forbidden grounds.
I gave compensation to the wounded
Who said that claws had cut their face
But I had bought none from the supermarket
And children scream of monsters in that space.
Creatures I had no control in creating
Whose teeth customers captured in a photo flash
Until they closed my spooky cardboard ride
Until their angry parents took my cash.
Now the council demands its destruction
And maybe that is best
Now something digs and is almost through
And in the growing tunnel I spy its reptile chest. | 
