Scrambled, boiled or fried

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I don’t want to go Halloweening,

The egg at the back boiled dry.

I’ll only end up scrambled,

my brains will all be fried.

I don’t want to go Halloweening,

I don’t want to miss my show,

I have just brought a new Stetson.

As flat as an omelette it will go.

I don’t want to go Halloweening,

I’ll go as white as a ghost,

If I see a witch’s cat,

my cracked shell will be toast.

I don’t want to go Halloweening,

let’s all stay indoors,

Put a great show on the TV,

have humans for dinner instead.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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