Smash and bash, at eight

Before I leave for PTO
We're going to have a bash
One week 'till for Halloween
A kind of monster mash

The club can vote now, at eight

The birthday of our club tonight
Our musical cathedral
(And after eighteen years,
Realizing it's a Libra)

Then, after we've paid our dues,
We'll follow with some spooky tunes.

Dread and delight at eight

As we approach Halloween
A foreboding's in the air
Then, Novembers trick or treat
(You see what I did there?)