Well rattle my bones and shiver my spine,
‘tis Halloween and the witches are flyin’.
They cackle and hasten to mount their brooms,
ride high over rooftops and leaning old tombs.
Ghosts haunt at night and jack o’lanterns wink,
bats fly by radar, watchful owls never blink.
Werewolves and mummies and even giraffes
trick-or-treat on doorsteps; costumed kids have laughs.
But who’s to say, when the full moon beams bright,
that vampires don’t search for a neck to bite.
So please listen up if you hear a wolf howl,
it could be Count Dracula out on the prowl.
If I’ve scared you, I’m sorry, but it’s All Hallow’s Eve,
when souls rise from graves to tug at your sleeve.
For when I was young, my basket filled with treats,
goblins clamored to grab me for a dance on their street.
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Thanks! I’ll now be writing poetry while hiding under my bed… LOL
Great Halloween write! 👻
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Maybe bring a flashlight w/you. Those goblins have been known to lurk.
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Got my flashlight, my blankie, two dogs, and some snacks. I’m good! LOL
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“Be prepared” — a mantra to adopt!
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Great fun. It might even get me (a curmudgeon) into the Halloween spirit. Nice picture, too!
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Oh…and glad you liked the pic.
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Thanks! Do curmudgeons enjoy pumpkin bread? That might be an incentive.
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Reminds me of a book of Halloween poems that I used to read to my kids when they were young! I smiled at the memory… Thanks!
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Glad the poem could “beam you back,” to the kiddos, AGMA!
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