Witch's Halloween
They polish their broomsticks
and sharpen their hats
Catch black little spiders
that turn into sacs
Howl just like the kittens
that turn into cats
And Spit at the moonlight
that Halloween's spat
While crying for supper
of your little kids
And stirring their cauldrons
for flavor and dids
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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