Halloween

by Chloey Jones

When trick- or- treaters settle down- in their nice warm beds,
the monsters start to creep,
The witches are boiling their spider soup,
but down the road, the mummy is re- wrapping so he no longer droops,
At the crack of dawn, they all go hide,
waiting for that night to re- rise.

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