Short Fodders Poems

Oozing greens, 
Dressed-up teens,
Headless people, there are few,
Witches on broomsticks, what are you?
  
Knock on the door,
Candy galore!
Every kind,
And then some more! 

You might wake the dead, 
They might steal your head,
Fodders, Ghouls, Goblins, and Ghosts,
Mess with them and you'll be toast!

Get to bed,
Before the dead,
Stay inside,
where you can hide,

And don't be seen,
On Halloween......

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