October’s Ghoulish Fun - Poem by Teresa Dearing
October’s such a ghoulish month,
Strange mists and fogs that rise.
Colors are often brown and black,
With orange as a surprise.
Pumpkins we see at every stop,
Make ghouls that glow at night.
And lawns littered with tombstones,
Are such a frightful sight.
The kids dressed to trick or treat,
Run door to door, to fool,
With masks, bags, and costumes,
The sweetest now~turn ghoul.
A party at a ghoul friend's house,
Scary fun~treats to eat.
Then there's the house of terror,
A favorite ghoulish treat.
If you go to the corn maize,
Try to visit at night,
With the full moon a-shining,
It is a ghoul delight.
As unexplained mists arise,
On this the Eve of All-Hallow’s night,
Remind yourself the ghouls aren’t real,
When you hop on your broom for a flight.
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