Little ghost donned her silky best, her filmy cobwebbed party dress.

But the cemetery lay still.

“I need a potion to get this gang moving, shaking and grooving.”

Being no cook, her brew looked quite icky.

But skeleton tried it. “I’m thirsty, not picky.”

He swallowed, then rattled his brittle old bones.

“Let’s be-bop and jive among the tombstones.

We’ll show them how it’s done,” he said. “Look alive. We’ll raise the dead!”

One by one, the ghosts arose, twitched their arms and twinkled their toes.

Little ghost cheered. ”What a magical scene. My favorite night. I love Halloween.”


My eyes are playing TRICKS on me.

They’re seeing pumpkins in that tree — smirking, grinning, ghoulish faces

perched in all the darkened spaces.

Bats and goblins fill the air and cackling witches screech and glare.

Sticky COBWEBS hanging down, wrap me round without a sound.

I need a full strength magic POTION to stop this eery strange commotion

and safely pass that gnarly tree, whose branches keep on grabbing me.

My shortcut’s turning out to be a bad idea. It’s history!

I’m just out for the treats and fun. It’s time to turn around and ……….



Who made their bed and fed the cat?

Who cleaned up when the milk went splat?
Well, close.

Who carried out the trash with care?
Oops, whoa!

Who fixed the baby’s messy hair?
Oh no.

Who put a drawing at your place?
Rub, scrub.

Who found a flower for your favorite vase?
Mop slop.

Who saved a foil wrapped chocolate kiss?
Yum, yum.

And set it where you couldn’t miss?
“Dear Mum”

I guess you figured out it’s me.

I’m guilty, as no doubt, you see.

I tried to think of something good

but it didn’t turn out quite as it should.

My valentine surprise is done.

With hugs and kisses from your son.


Fill your cauldron up with treats

Popcorn, chocolate, loads of sweets.

Don’t shiver and slop, don’t giggle and spill.

Go door to door till you get your fill.

Then howl, “HELP! Calling Halloween Fairy.

Fly this back home. It’s too heavy to carry.”

She’ll take up your loot and not eat a bite

Till you both meet back home at the end of the night.

Then it’s only fair to divvy and share

But thanks to her help, you’ll have plenty to share.



No cauldron for me.
I’m going high tech.
A crockpot with a remote and auto stir.
No shakey shivery broom power.
Got a battery-pac pogo stick instead.
And Blackie gets a robot pal
so he won’t howl and caterwaul at the moon.
Catch me on Channel 31 Halloween night.
I’ll be demonstrating all these terrific products and more.
Hope you’ll tune in, between knocks on the door.
Till then,
bewitchingly yours,

This is entry #3 for Halloweensie 2018. Having such fun with it this year.

Thanks to Susanna for creating this contest. And best of luck to all the entrants!

Witch Trick? Or Treat?

(Entry for Halloweensie contest 2018:   95 words)

The black CAULDRON bubbled with sticky brown goo.

Witch stirred, as she called to her skeleton crew.

“Gather the children. Bring them to me.”

She cackled, “Hee-heeee. The pot, she be ready.

So don’t let them flee.”

The poor children SHIVERED in their costumed best.

The wind HOWLED, but above it, they heard witch suggest,

“Bob for apples, my pretties. Don’t be shy. Bob for two.

Now jab in those sticks and swirl twice in this goo.

Take a lick…. Is it tasty? Ah, sticky and sweet.

Caramel apples, my favorite Halloween treat.”


Blue and Yellow Valentines

What do you do when your class Valentines

need to be ready by quarter to nine,

and the paper you have is yellow and blue

and the marker you find is a sickly green hue?

Do you cry, do you frown, do you let out a groan?

Do you HOPE the party’s cancelled, and everyone stays home?


Do you make heart-shaped cookies and HOPE they’re ok?

That’s a plan. But you best not delay.

It will take a full hour.

Do you have the right pan?

Lots of sugar and flour,

pretty sprinkles and butter?

And a heart cookie cutter?

There, there, it’s alright.

There’s no reason to mutter.

That would be a big job and make lots of clutter.

Don’t panic. Don’t freak. Yes, the outlook is bleak.

Go back to Plan A. (It’s the thought, as they say.)

Bring out those scissors and snip, snip away.

Yellow and blue hearts are better than none.

You’ve got this. They’re fine — a bit different and fun.

Now add a message, and then you’ll be done.

What if you say,

“Happy Valentine’s Day.

A red heart is fine. But I HOPE you like mine.

It’s yellow and blue, made specially for you.”

(WHEW!!! That was tough. I have had quite enough.)

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