The Worst Halloween Poem Ever

Bones rattle in their crypts.

Pumpkins grin without lips.

Vampires take large sips.

Mummies peel decayed strips.

Witches fly high like blips.

Aliens probe in ships.

Monsters scratch with long tips.

I write really bad quips.

Which can mean only this:

It’s Halloween!

Yeah!

 

Photo ©2007 by Sandra Payne

 

 

 

 

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