a little poem about Halloween |
| All Hallows Eve there's no reprieve from otherworldly tricksters so we carve faces in pumpkins not much, but it's somethin' as we hand out ghoulish mixtures. black cats witches' hats and things that go bump in the night monsters' faces ghosts' embraces can all cause us such a fright as the clock ticks by the time grows nigh to dance with ghoul and ghost while werewolves howl our luck turns afoul we've a vampire for our host About This Poem: ▶︎ |