This IS my costume, at eight

There's a full moon tomorrow
Then later, an eclipse
Those north of the equator
Are certain to miss
Tuesday is costumes
Wednesday, half-off candy
And I'll be out of town
Visiting with my family
While the club's not too spooky
No cobwebs everywhere
The most shocking thing
Might be seeing a human there

Monster Mash at eight

A chill is growing in the air
We're getting back our moon
Time for cuddles and for scares
Autumn now, Halloween soon

Mocking death at eight

 Spooky season is upon us!
Twelve-foot skeletons for sale
A moon-less night is coming
Things from beyond the pale
Enjoy your pumpkin-spiced drinks
And cozy trappings of fall
Like fallen leaves, the rider
In the end, collects us all