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WANTED - A WITCH'S CAT by Shelagh McGee
Wanted - a witch's cat.
Must have vigour and spite,
Be expert
at hissing,
And good in a fight,
And have balance and poise
On a broomstick at night.
Wanted - a
witch's cat.
Must have hypnotic eyes
To tantalise victims
And mesmerise spies,
And be an adept
At
scanning the skies.
Wanted - a witch's cat,
With a sly, cunning smile,
A knowledge of spells
And
a good deal of guile,
With a fairly hot temper
And plenty of bile.
Wanted - a witch's cat,
Who?ot
afraid to fly,
For a cat with strong nerves
The salarys high.
Wanted - a witch's cat;
Only the best need
apply.
FANCY DRESS PARTY by Kathryn Jackson
'You're Jack!' said a cat to a pirate bold.
'You're Jill!' said
Captain Jack.
Then everyone guessed who everyone was -
Except one little ghost at the back.
One little ghost
who trailed along
As friendly as he could be,
But very hard to guess about -
He was often so hard to see.
He wouldn't talk, that one little ghost,
All he said was, 'Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!'
And he didn't eat any kind of
treat,
Which was most unusual, too.
And when all the others took off their masks,
All that little ghost did,
was steal
Up the hill toward the haunted house -
So maybe - he - really - was - real!
JOLLY JACK by Kathryn Jackson
I'll make a jack-o'-lantern
Of this pumpkin, round and big;
With a carrot
for a nose, and
Lots of parsley for a wig;
He'll have two big leaves for ears,
And a cut-out jolly grin,
To say to folks on Halloween,
'Hello there! Come on in!'
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The Creepy Old Guy
by Alison (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!!
GHOSTS by Eric Maple
When goblins hunt and devils roar
And witches meet on blasted heath
And
bony hands knock on my door
You'll hear the chatter of my teeth.
When owls are hooting in the night
And
ravens croak from leafless trees
And ghosts come howling gleaming white
You'll hear the knocking of my knees.
Of course, it's not that I'm afraid.
It's just the way my bones are made.
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!'
THE CREATURE by
Alison (c) 2004
A hideous creature, Creature of the night, He'll
creep around To give you a fright.
You'll
know he's there, You'll smell him near, The stench from his feet, Will fill you with fear.
With hairy chest, And hairy back, His knees
do creak, His knees do crack.
Hideous
face, Devious eyes, Stubbly chin, Fearful cries.
If you see him, Run away fast, The smell
he gives off, Will linger and last.
Then
he'll go back into the night, On legs stumpy
and old, With his steely stare, From his eyes so cold.
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