Editor's note: A collection of poems to celebrate today's holiday.
I'm Dressing Up for Halloween
I'm dressing up for Halloween --
Don't want to be a bat,
A mummy, ghost, or skeleton,
Or a witch's snarling cat.
Don't want to be a werewolf
With hairy hands and face;
Instead I'll be an alien
Beamed down from outer space --
A creature with antennae
And a green-and-purple hide,
But best of all a creature
With three arms on either side.
Six arms for hanging bags on
Before I hit the street;
Just think of all the loot I'll get
Tonight for trick or treat.
Recipe for Goblin Punch
In a caldron or a pot
Mix and heat till bubbling hot;
Six cups of water from a sluice,
Three cans of frozen orange juice,
One-quarter teaspoon nutmeg, ground,
One hoot of owl, one bay of hound,
Two teaspoonfuls of ginger spice
(Chant a spell while stirring twice).
Add lemon juice, one tablespoon,
As yellow as a witch's moon,
Plus a quart of ghoulish cider,
Pour and top with hairy spider.
Woe is Me
"Woe is me," the pumpkin said
"They plucked me from my garden bed,
Hollowed all my innards out,
And with a joyful whoop and shout,
Carved two eyes, a nose, a grin,
And stuck a lighted candle in.
Next they set me on a post
Where every goblin, ghoul, and ghost,
Howling, prowling through the night,
Filled my orange skull with fright.
"As if that wasn't bad enough,"
The pumpkin grumbled in a huff,
"They later baked me in a pie,
And now they're eating me -- GOOD-BYE!"
No One Will Dare-Double-Dare Trick-or-Treat
No one will dare-double-dare trick-or-treat
At that tumbledown house at the end of the street.
Not since that Halloween night long ago
When the moon rode high and the wind moaned low.
That's when a boy in a ghost-white sheet
Lifted the knocker and cried, "Trick or treat!"
But while he stood waiting, he wasn't aware
Someone or something was lurking in there.
Then an old hag with a wart on her chin
Creaked open the door and beckoned him in.
As soon as the boy stepped into the room
He spotted the tall pointed hat and the broom.
It was too late to run; he had no place to hide --
The grinning old witch hovered close by his side.
Then she shrieked and she cackled and she waggled her head,
"I love trick-or-treaters," she wickedly said.
"But the trick is on you, my delectable sweet."
And she gobbled him up for her Halloween treat.
From HALLOWEEN HOOTS AND HOWLS by Joan Horton, illustrations by JoAnn Adinolfi. Text copyright c 1999 by Joan Horton. Illustrations copyright c 1999 by JoAnn Adinolfi. Used by arrangement with Henry Holt and Co.