Halloween Poem 2
Freddy with his long iron nails.
Ready to pierced on every child tale.
Children singing his name
Like a a Christmas story tale.
Should it be you to get under his nails.
Heart is racing scared to fall asleep.
For when you do, Freddy is at your reach.
Good night little children for this is your treat.
He hunts everything in sight and even your peers.
Nothing is left undone by his hunts of greed.
For it's Freddy with his claws so don't sleep.
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