The Creepy Old Guy
by Lady A (c)2000

A creepy old guy comes down our street
He pretends to smile at the people he'd meet
Behind his smile there's a sinister sneer
A glint in his eye is something quite queer

If you should see the creepy old guy
Cross over the street, don't catch his eye
Beware that smile, there's something within
If you look quite close, it's a wicked grin

So next time you're out, look around everywhere
In case the creepy old guy is standing there
Don't go to the woods, he might follow you
Or take a friend, it's safer with two

If you hear a cackle in the middle of night
Your blood runs cold, you quiver with fright
It's the creepy old guy, he's somewhere about
So stay in your house... Don't venture out!!

WITCH GOES SHOPPING by Lilian Moore


Witch rides off
Upon her broom,
Finds a space
To park it.
Takes a shiny shopping cart
Into the supermarket.
Smacks her lips and reads
The list of things she needs:

'Six bats' wings,
Worms in brine,
Ears of toads,
Eight or nine.
Slugs and bugs,
Snake skins dried,
Buzzard innards,
Pickled, fried.'

Witch takes herself
From shelf to shelf,
Cackling all the while,
Up and down and up and down and
In and out each aisle.
Out come cans and cartons
Tumbling to the floor.
'This,' says Witch, now all a-twitch
'Is a crazy store.
I CAN'T FIND A SINGLE THING
I AM LOOKING FOR!'