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Oh, how dreadful


(Since it's this close to Halloween, thought you all would like an original Halloween poem. My apologies to Edward Gorey!)

A is for Annabel, (who died by the lake)
B is for Billy, (impailed on a rake)
C is for Charles, (the piano did fall)
D is for Derick, (they found him in the hall)
E is for Edward, (with a knife in his back)
F is for Frank, (found a snake in a sack)
G is for Gertrude, (she swallowed a toad)
H is for Herald, (he stood too long in the road)
I is for Icabod, (the rats liked his toes)
J is for Jasper, (the beans plugged his nose)
K is for Kiki, (her baton caught on fire)
L is for Lenoard, (he swallowed barbed wire)
M is for Michael, (very alergic to Bees)
N is for Nathan, (the sharks ate both knees)
O is for Orin, (he was folded and pressed)
P is for Perry, (he's quite dead and depressed)
Q is for Quanna, (her bones do look grim)
R is for Ralphie, (there’s not much left of him)
S is for Sasha, (the poison was runny)
T is for Terance, (he’s no longer funny)
U is for Untray (he was crunched in a vice)
V is for Vera (her funeral was nice)
W is for William (they blamed the dog)
X is for Xarvon (now flat, under the log)
Y is for Yancy (the worm’s got him clean)
Z is for Zane (he’s now very green)

Oh, it’s quite dreadful, all these things that I’ve seen.
You'd best be careful, this Halloween.
So, pay heed to my warning
(please take my advice)
On All Hallow's Eve,
be sure to play nice.
The witches are watching,
And ghouls, they abound,
Be sure that you not,
The 27th that’s found.

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