Darkling Poetry There's A Monster In The Bathroom There's A Monster in the bathroom I heard him last night He's all big and hairy as he turns on the light I lay in my bed with covers pulled tight He groans and he growls He must be a sight His shadow, it grows up to my door The floorboards are creeking What is in store The doorknob starts shaking to back and to forth He's coming closer across the floor I pull the covers up over my head "Please Mr. Monster, do not make me dead!" He switches the light on and what do I see? My own loving Papa, looking at me "Now, My little monster, what is the matter? I did not mean to make such a clatter I've only come to wish you goodnight Not fill your dreams with fear or with fright" With that he leans over and kisses my cheek There was no reason to fret or to shriek For I am a monster too, it would seem And so as I nuzzle and go back to sleep I wish you a merry and fun Halloween! My Spiderby Wednesday Addams Ihave a groovy little spider I love to sit down close beside her You never know where she has been 'Cause all she does is spin & spin My spider's quite a busy roamer Which is why I named her 'Homer' She likes to work & spin all day And then at night she likes to play Her web is like My mother's hair Her eyes have got My father's stare She may not skip, or twist, or bend Because a spider's a girl's best friend
Darkling Poetry There's A Monster In The Bathroom There's A Monster in the bathroom I heard him last night He's all big and hairy as he turns on the light I lay in my bed with covers pulled tight He groans and he growls He must be a sight His shadow, it grows up to my door The floorboards are creeking What is in store The doorknob starts shaking to back and to forth He's coming closer across the floor I pull the covers up over my head "Please Mr. Monster, do not make me dead!" He switches the light on and what do I see? My own loving Papa, looking at me "Now, My little monster, what is the matter? I did not mean to make such a clatter I've only come to wish you goodnight Not fill your dreams with fear or with fright" With that he leans over and kisses my cheek There was no reason to fret or to shriek For I am a monster too, it would seem And so as I nuzzle and go back to sleep I wish you a merry and fun Halloween! My Spider
There's A Monster In The Bathroom
There's A Monster in the bathroom I heard him last night He's all big and hairy as he turns on the light I lay in my bed with covers pulled tight He groans and he growls He must be a sight His shadow, it grows up to my door The floorboards are creeking What is in store The doorknob starts shaking to back and to forth He's coming closer across the floor I pull the covers up over my head
"Please Mr. Monster, do not make me dead!"
He switches the light on and what do I see? My own loving Papa, looking at me
"Now, My little monster, what is the matter? I did not mean to make such a clatter I've only come to wish you goodnight Not fill your dreams with fear or with fright"
With that he leans over and kisses my cheek There was no reason to fret or to shriek For I am a monster too, it would seem And so as I nuzzle and go back to sleep I wish you a merry and fun Halloween!
Ihave a groovy little spider I love to sit down close beside her You never know where she has been 'Cause all she does is spin & spin My spider's quite a busy roamer Which is why I named her 'Homer' She likes to work & spin all day And then at night she likes to play Her web is like My mother's hair Her eyes have got My father's stare She may not skip, or twist, or bend Because a spider's a girl's best friend
Her web is like My mother's hair Her eyes have got My father's stare She may not skip, or twist, or bend Because a spider's a girl's best friend
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, in a little village, there was this tiny little boy named Deetlemo, a very good boy, and he knew the Legend of Cousin Shy.
Cousin Shy is the Spirit of Halloween. The spirit who carves happy smiles on a specially hidden pumpkin, and leaves beautiful gifts at the feet of the Halloween Scarecrow.
And then there was one day when Deetlemo wanted to find out if Cousin Shy was real. And so this little boy carved a mouth on the great pumpkin. And guess what happened?
{"Yes, that's right."}
He said, "...I------Am the spirit of Cousin Shyyyyyy... I belong to the whole world... you will never see Me, but if children are very good, I will pay them a visit every Halloween. And if you leave a pumpkin in a very special place, I will carve it for you and leave gifts under your scarecrowwwwww..."
{At the insistence of Fester: "...And they lived happily ever after."}
There was once a catholic school cook whose spoon often shook at the joys of naughty young urchins and grabbing their ears shed berate them to tears then march them all off to her kitchens
which was a dark greasy place where in dubious taste there was hung an evil sign warning " You are what you eat so if you fail to be sweet you will be forcefed chocolate and pudding
Then threatening funnel or saw shed stuff sweets down their jaw until their tummies horrendously hurt which is really quite sad cause if you think school food is bad just wait till you get to dessert
After a session or two the naughtiest child was through with pranks and light-hearted teasing and well mannered and neat they were sickeningly sweet and competed to be the most pleasing
Until one friday the school cook opened her kitchens to look at the sound of young children laughing and to her horror she found the students sitting around eating dead classmates, not fasting
Then the eldest one mocked saying " We know you are shocked that our culinary taste is so vulgar Children should set the tables and eat vegetables and try not to saute each other
But presenting proper decor leaves us quickly bored and being good all the time is a burden You taught us we are what we eat but we've tried being sweet and decided we prefer to be children "
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