Thresh's Halloween
They're polishing their broomsticks
and sharpening their hats
Catching little spiders
and feeding them to bats
Howling at their cauldrons
and cackling to cats
Cradling wooden stir sticks
and babbling for spats
Mixing up their potions
and yelling out their spells
Rebelling that they're no good
and relishing their Hells
Rising up to bubbles
and thinning out to steam
Cautious of the vapors
and crazy as a meme'
Holding out for new moon
and precious as it seems
Coddling for the season
A Thresh's Halloween!
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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