HALLOWEEN POEMS
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Her daddy took her trick-or-treating, though she had not learned to walk. The next year she was a bunny and on one leg, she would hop while her left ear stood up straight and the right would swing and flop.
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Then a bride costume from Grandpa; a long skirt and lacy blouse, but she tripped over the train. The fourth year brought us Lion King and she roared both day and night. She was either "Simba" or was "Nala. The next Halloween as she got dressed, she just kept on asking why-- if she was indeed "Supergirl," why then could she not fly?
Her sixth year, she was all in pink protecting us all from danger, as she kicked and "karate-chopped" the air as "Kimberly, the Power Ranger. When she was seven, she wore a yellow gown.
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She was "Beauty," to say the least, insisting that her little sister, by default, was the "Beast. In my heart I knew the time would come; and this year our walk together ends. She said, "it's not cool for mom to go; I want to walk with all my friends. So, I'm figuring out what I will say; rehearsing one excuse after another, in case she notices the "ghost" behind her walks a little bit like her mother!
And I still have Halloweens to come; my other daughter is only three. What worries me is. There was an old witch Believe it if you can, She tapped on the windows And she ran, ran, ran. Swish goes the broomstick, meow goes the cat, Plop goes the hop-toad sitting on her hat. Yet children in costumes still playfully trot From house to house and block to block Not fearing the spirits, translucent in flight Or the "ghoulies and ghosties," which glow in the night.
The children don't run - They've no reason to hide They anxiously knock and await what's inside They know that their bounty will be a real treat As they watch their bags fill up with candy and sweets. Don't go out on Devil's Night. Stay in your bed and keep on the light.
Little demons and ghouls have their fun all right, outside on the streets this Devil's Night. You don't want to know what mischief they cause. On Halloween Eve they run without pause, flying and laughing, and breaking the laws, you really don't want to see the mischief they've caused.
Please heed my words, stay under the covers, and tell your friends and your sisters, and of course your brothers. Stay in bed, don't even peek through the shutters, 'cause a goblin or ghost may spook you to stutters. Just wait until daybreak on Halloween Day, when you know all the ghouls and ghosts are away.
They hate the daylight, "it's no fun," they say. So just please, please wait to Trick or Treat on Halloween Day. There's a house upon the hilltop we will not go inside, For that is where the witches live, Where ghosts and goblins hide.
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Tonight they have their party, All the lights are burning bright, But oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. The demons there are whirling and the spirits swirl about. They sing their songs to Halloween. But we do not want to go there, so we run with all our might And oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. The moon is full and bright And we shall see what can't be seen On any other night. Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls, Grinning goblins fighting duels, Werewolves rising from their tombs, Witches on their magic brooms.
Three little ghosts on Halloween night Saw a witch and shrieked in fright The witch just laughed and shouted, "Boo!
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Two little ghosts who shiver and shook With every single step they took. When the door opened wide One little ghost said to the other I'm going home and stay with my mother.
One little ghost can't have much fun, so he ran home, and then there were none. One little, two little, three little witches Fly over haystacks and fly over ditches Fly over moonbeams without any hitches Hey, it's Halloween night. One little, two little, three little witches Fly over barb wire and tore their britches Had to go home and get some stitches Hey, it's Halloween night.
When the world is wrapped in slumber And the moon is sailing high If you peep between the curtains You'll see witches riding by. The clock is striking midnight The witch her spell has cast All fairies, ghosts and goblins Will be conjured from the past. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and bling-worms sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Pumpkins are a curious thing, They don't dance and they don't sing. They don't have hair, they don't meow, They don't look much like a cow. They just sit around all day, Out in the fields among the hay, Sometimes they gather by the stable, Sometimes they end up on the kitchen table.
But what brings a pumpkin to full life, Is a guided hand with a carving knife. Jack-o-lantern pumpkin head He is a fearful sight. If I were you, I'd be afraid To meet him in the night. By day he is a pumpkin, But just you wait 'til night. When out of eyes and nose and mouth There shines a yellow light. Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate The first one said, "Oh my, it's getting late" The second one said, "There are witches in the air" The third one said,"But we don't care! We bought a fat orange pumpkin, The plumpest sort they sell.
We neatly scooped the inside out and only left the shell. We carved a funny funny-face of silly shape and size, A pointy nose, a jagged mouth And two enormous eyes. We set it in a window and we put a candle in, Then lit it up for all to see Our jack-o-lantern grin. I am bobbing for an apple, A shiny red apple, I am bobbing for an apple, But no apple can I get.
I cannot get an apple, Not one single apple My sister got an apple, But all I got was wet! If something on this site is incorrectly credited, please contact me. If something infringes on your copyright, notify me and I will remove it. Things on this site are for personal use with proper credit. They are not to be used to make a profit. Trick or Treat Trick or Treat! Skeleton Parade by Jack Prelutsky The skeletons are out tonight, they march about the street, With bony bodies, bony heads and bony hands and feet.
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