Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
? Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

    Halloween night is not what it seems;
    Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
    I walk among the spooky, old shack.
    Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
    A witch flies by on her broomstick,
    Trying to steal my candle's wick.
    Leaving me in the dark,
    Hearing only the echo of a bark.
    The wolves howl,
    As the black cats prowl.
    Zombies rise from the ground,
    Buried graves cannot be found.
    These things may give you a fright,
    But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
    © Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
? Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

  Halloween night is not what it seems;
    Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
    I walk among the spooky, old shack.
    Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
    A witch flies by on her broomstick,
    Trying to steal my candle's wick.
    Leaving me in the dark,
    Hearing only the echo of a bark.
    The wolves howl,
    As the black cats prowl.
    Zombies rise from the ground,
    Buried graves cannot be found.
    These things may give you a fright,
    But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
    © Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
? Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.
© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com

Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.

I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.

A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.

Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.

The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.

Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.

These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.

© Charlotte Bancroft @ https://www.familyfriendpoems.com