Ghosts are in the house
as the music is playing loud.
Spook me out, man!
Stir up the trouble like a hound
dog as scared as a phobiapheonominum
so far so good as to say I helped out
at the haunted hospital, with the witchy
nurses and the Dr. Frankenstiens there.
This is a spooky poem with a message,
Be ware of the texting while driving,
so you don't run into a wall full of slime.
Halloween is on the way, so get ready for some
action and a little trick or treat, white or wheat,
give me something good to eat.
Like a loaf of spooky bread.