There was once a trunk that was haunted,
With a bowl of sweet candy it often flaunted.
Along with spider webs and old bones,
It would make loud disturbing moans.
Daring children to partake of its candy bar treasure,
Its hood would slam down on their hands with pleasure.
Leading the its owner to an angry parent’s lawsuit,
To the junkyard would be the cars next commute.
For a haunted car would be its driver’s bane,
Rusty and forgotten it would soon now remain.