AT THE WITCHING HOUR

 

At the Witching hour

The Zombies walk

The Banshees scream

And the Ravens squawk

The Witches’ fly

The familiar’s talk

The Vampires bite

And the Demons stalk

IT WAS HALLOWEEN AND

It was Halloween and

We were on our way to a party

They were both dressed as vampires

And I was Professor Moriarty

 

We stopped at the supermarket

But didn’t have any cash

So we thought we’d steal some booze

Then make a dash

 

The bottles we wanted

Were on the very top of the racks

Which we couldn’t reach

So I had to stand on their backs

 

Once I had the bottles

Dracula hid them under his cape

And without drawing attention

We casually made our escape

 

But we were caught on CCTV

A very clear image by all accounts

I was charged with shoplifting

On two counts

IN THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT

 

In the blackness of the night

Performing their satanic rite

Satan’s followers incite

To every Demons delight

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A MUMMY

 

The disappearance of a mummy

Was investigated by Inspector Grace

And with his years of experience

He soon wrapped up the case

DOUBLE, DOUBLE, TOIL AND TROUBLE

 

Double, double, toil and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron bubble

Shake it shake it at the double

Don’t drink much or you’re in trouble

THEY MAY LOOK CUTE AND SWEET

 

They may look cute and sweet

They may look smart and dandy

But they’re vicious little monsters

Who’ll rob you of all your candy

SHE MAY BE A WITCH

 

She may be a witch

And she may do spells

Which sounds like poetry

As far as anyone tells

So just beware of

Unnatural smells

Or you’ll fall victim

To one of her spells