My sweet ex daughter in law asked me if I could write a Halloween poem, Shouldn't have asked!


The caverns, where witches dwell;
When the time is right.
They gather round there caldrons,
On all hallows night.

With eye of newt
and puppy dog tails.
Whipped up vats
Of jellied snails.

Laced with mouldy corn,
The clock struck thirteen;
That was when
Baby boo was born.

Roasted crows
With centipede toes.
The hairs from a buffalo nose,
For little tommy Toad.

Fangs of snake for extra bite,
A blood curdling scream.
To turn faces green,
To make your hair turn white.

Caldron cooking;
Its sure to be a winner.
But tell me please, oh sweet Marie;
Why did you invite,
Your family round for dinner.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-26 at 08:46

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Such fun! I enjoyed this immensely! I like the last verse, not least because I am Marie!

Sweet Marie might be a saint
But her ghoulish family ainít.

Marie xxxxxx