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