Halloween Poems For Kids - Page 2

T'was the week before All Hallows' Eve,
My nose was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.
The beasties and ghoulies all were creeping.
(It was late at night; I should've been sleeping.)
I heard their sighs, I heard their moans,
Their rattling chains and creaking bones;
But I didn't get scared, didn't wish them away
'Cause I like to hear ghoulies and beasties at play.
These creatures, you see, were very polite
Each time that I sneezed they'd say, "Gesundheit."

Halloween is very fun,
full of kids with different tongues.
We scream, we shout,
then we run all about.
We trick-or-treat,
we walk on the street.

Watching witches mixing lotions,
making weird smelly potions.
Saying "Bubble, brew, boil, simmer
You'll soon be my dinner."
Dracula spreads his wings
and flashes his teeth as bling.
His mother calls, "Come back here, son!"
While he ducks the sun.
Ghosts love to mourn and dread,
even though they're already dead.
They always drift
and ask if you want a lift.

Halloween is very fun,
full of kids with different tongues.
We scream, we shout,
then we run all about.
We trick-or-treat,
we walk on the street.
Then we go to sleep,
maybe even counting sheep.