Halloween Eve's Witching Hour! ! - Poem by Michael Gale
Bat wing's creates some troubles...
Eye of newt with hairy stubbles!
I do conjure up
nasty, evil spells...
The stuff in this
cauldron, really does reek as smells!
he! , he! , he! , cackle and laugh...
I need about half!
My sister's ride around on old brooms...
A black cat always so closely looms!
An object is what my spell does call for...
I'll lure it inside here, and seal tight the door!
The pot boils with a plume of smoke...
I'll add some horny-toads that will die, as croak!
He! , he! he! , the bones are in my pot...
Halloween will for my evil sisters, catch a lot!
Skeletons hide in every closet...
Blood drips from a faucet!
Big black spiders are in many a
Evil lurks along many lone borders!
2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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