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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The graveyard tenants, who serenely rest, to this day, upon this sacred site-- On Hallow's Eve, will resurrect to celebrate the frightmonsterous of holiday delights. When the night settles, with its moon pulsatin' gloom-- witches fly high, with Autumn's breeze and cackle while swirlin' round on their enchanted, witty-brooms. But first, they'll have to reconvene and conjure up-- their Kooky, Goulash Bash- equal to none. Twelve bats with gnats, nine toads, well crushed. Stir it six times-- then P O O F, it's done. Children stay calm-- please, do not fret nor cry; For you might miss this Zany spooky night. So listen carefully and watch-- you're sure to hear the Werewolves howl, when Frankenstein comes stumpin' by with fright. The mummy's wrappings will come undone. In shameful places, he's usually missin' Humongous chunks. He'll ask to borrow, from his mummy wife-- her scarf and S n a p p y girdle-- to cover half of his exposed behind. Dracul limpin', comes in late. His fifty brides suspect-- he's out, again--'taste-samplin' the blood of every virgin maid. This just can't be.... this Old Bat has no game. So Igor prays--no one sees his Soy-sauce drippin' fangs or self-made, kissed smudged cape. When he f l a p s in-- there'll be.... a Horrid, Terrible S p a t. For centuries now-- they've drained the moat, replaced cobwebs-- and even fed his feisty rats with mangy dungeon cats. That's how the castle chores-- have always gotten done. Both servants, Renfield and Igor Hide-- as soon as he-- their master, flies-- to chase town belles.... when it grows dark. Zombies will soon initiate- the hunts and in games-- Goblins, Spooks and Monsters jovially anticipate. Most dance and sing-- while others growl-- till cry. Just like we humans do-- they also react to things that they don't like. Some pranks can scare-- but, done just for smiles. It'll be the B e s t Frightacular Night-- they'll have.... in a....long....long while.
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