Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

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

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 28, 2019 at 5:23 PM Hello Trevor McLeod, I like your version of this poem. Have a nice evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu October 29, 2019 at 7:18 AM Trevor that is a good idea. Darlene. I will be reading your poetry often. Have a nice day my friend. Trevor Mcleod October 28, 2019 at 6:59 PM Thanks Darlene. I'll have to look for the author's name on the internet and add it to her version so people know. Thanks for your kind words Darlene. Trevor