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
corner...
Evil lurks along many lone borders!


2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale