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