Halloween Combine
They're gathering their broomsticks
and clastic lunar hats
Sohrgetting all their toads and frogs
for what we've known as spats
And delving down a one way crete
for wicked tracious acts
Of Spider eggs and treppled legs
on what we've known as facts
And carrying their craddled soup
for roshes precious time
all marinee'd their gracious way
for taking on the climb
Of sacred age and clasdid cage
ruined placious over time
While serenade and promenade
grow grecious over blime
And all our fears amount to WITCH
where tracious frairs align
And all our lost who helped their way
Soah Halloween combine
I wrote this poem based on one I found
on the internet by Lillian Moore.
Here is her version of the poem from
the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles
Poem about THEM
THEY
polish their broomsticks,
sharpen their hats,
catch some spiders,
feed the bats,
try out some yowls
with all the cats.
THEN
witches are ready for
YOU
KNOW
WHEN!
-by Lillian Moore
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2019
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