Grab the broom
And dust the sky
Sprinkle magic from up high
Scream and laugh by the Moon
The Moon. The MOON.
Cackle through the windswept hair
Feel the elements
Up there. Up there.
Fly. Just FLY
And feel alive.
I’m OVER THE MOON!
I’ll put a spell on you
I’ll make you mine
Come over here – have this apple
A sip of wine?
You caught my eye, you see
Come here. Please be mine.
Follow my gaze, my dear
You’ll soon know why.
I’ll put a spell on you;
You’ll soon be mine.
Her long fingers beckoned me
To look into her sapphire eyes
She put a spell on me
But what a waste of time.
I put a spell on you.
Why aren’t you mine?
It’s not you, it’s me.
It happens all the time.
Three witches, Wanda, Winifred and Beryl
Wrote rhymes for their spells that were terrible
They sat down and thought
That they must do better
And gave up
OK, it isn’t exactly Hallowe’en until the evening, but always good to be prepared!
Restless spectres menace by
Angry banshees wail shrill and high
Poltergeists flaunt their jaunty stuff
Zombies groan whilst looking rough
Witches cackle as they fly by night
Werewolves howl by bright Moonlight
Vampyrs brood and look for blood
Whilst wraiths hide themselves beneath a hood
Sinister skeletons creak and walk
Mummies unravel as they try to talk
Spiders scutter in an attempt to fright
And all are ready for tonight
And we’re off! Tonight’s posts will begin at 7pm UK time, continuing on the hour up until midnight. Or just before.
… The Seven simply sat and stared
Well, six did and one just glared
Six looked on and watched
As the seventh one botched
The large spell they’d all just prepared…