Halloween poem


There once was a wizard by his side was a witch,

he could not dance and she could not stitch!

So the wizard asked the Owl who hooted from the tree,

‘Can you show me how to dance and can you do it for free?’

The owl, looking down with big round eyes simply said ‘Too whit to whoo’.

The the Owl being bored away he flew.

The Witch was feeling desperate she had to mend a dress,

she went into the darkest cave in search of a vampire… seamstress.

An empty echo in the dark only her footsteps followed her

then Bat wings swarmed through and the rest was a blur.

She woke upon the floor her dress about her head,

feeling kinda dizzy she went in search of her bed.

Wizard asked the wolf ‘Can you show me how to dance?’,

Wolf gave a growl and went to ask the Cat,

but Cat decided no after one too many splats.

Wizard, feeling kinda sad came upon some ogres

or perhaps it was a troll.

He followed through the bushes as the couple took a stroll.

He listened as they talked of Octobers hallow eve,

followed as they walked and thought of Mrs Witches sleeve.

Oh how he longed to dance with her for he loved her very much,

but that’s another story full of far too much slush.

Then wizard stopped to cry he sobbed and sobbed,

he howled into the night and the trolls or ogres

i’m really not to sure looked to the skies

and screamed in utter fright!

Well now, Mrs Troll…or ogre bumped her head real bad,

so Wizard grabbed a needle and his favourite sewing bag.

Witch on hearing the night skies howl

sprang into action for she couldn’t miss a chance,

to spring through the forest singing as she danced.

And as the full moon rose high into the skies,

Wizard and the Witch walked slowly toward home.

Giggling as they strolled for they really hadn’t known.

As hallows eve begins and darkness fall saround

If you follow the howls and deathly growls

you know what can be found?

Why Witch of course dancing in her dress

and Wizard at her side, with dance moves to impress.

Karen Ann Hayward ©2016

co author, Emily-Rose Ann Hayward (Stannard)


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