I am a Cat, it said smiling at her,

A Cheshire Cat, you can tell by my fur,

My paws and whiskers are also a hint,

But the smile on my face is most significant.

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I can see by your fur, said Alice – I do,

And also your paws and whiskers – it’s true,

But that smile on your face has me all in a tizz,

Coming and going in such a whiz.

*

Still smiling at Alice, the Cat dryly replied,

You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,

If the smile on my face was gone – it’s a fact,

No one would listen or look at this Cat.

*

Without offering Alice the chance to reply,

The Cat went on with his horrible lie,

Creeping closer and closer, until ever so near,

When he pounced, lashed out, cutting her ear.

*

Feeling the hurt…

Tomorrow will be cold, that is for sure,

Colder than cold; it will be quite raw,

Oh, what will I do, first and foremost,

Make a snowman or fight with balls of the stuff?

I will just have wait and hope its enough,

Be it two inches of snow or two feet of the stuff,

If it’s not very high I will go to work, though its far,

Driving carefully along in my Austin Princess car.

,

Then again I might stay home and make pray,

Thanking God for the white gift ‘cos it don’t happen every day.

See ya!

Guy Fawkes Night is coming; the ghouls are getting fat,
Please do put a penny in the old Guy’s hat,
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do,
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then we’ll get YOU!

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I want to eat your brains

I want to eat your brains,

That’s what I said,

I want to eat your brains,

Until you are dead.

I am a zombie; it’s what I do,

Eating brains all night through.

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In the morning,

When I’ m nice and full,

Of lovely brains and blood, so cool,

I will go to bed and sleep it off,

Until the evening when I’ll want some more.

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Ghost House

by Robert frost

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

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O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to…

If Trump was a cat, he would be ever so fat,

Fatter than fat, it’s true

A strut around prat, annoying old gnat,

A doddering, silly old moo.

The witches are coming, It’s that time of the year,

When ghosts, monsters and goblins, walk abroad, creating fear.

A time of dark nights and much darker deeds,

When kids call on neighbours, saying, trick or treat if you please.

When you deposit some treats into the bag by their side,

You will see magic so wondrous in those kids’ eyes,

The same magic that you possessed a long time ago,

Before worldly concerns dimmed its bright glow.

Never fear, though, you can rekindle it, Just open your eyes,

To the marvel and the wonder, In this great world of ours.

I am the crazymad writer of children’s stories,

songs, nursery rhymes and much, much more!

Pumpkin Trumpkin

dog

I am a dog (that’s god spelt backwards).

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Yes; dog.

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dog, dog, dog.

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Woof!

It’s good being a dog.

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I can bark whenever I want to.

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I can play whenever I want to…

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And I can do nothing, if I so want to.

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It’s really quite grand being a dog.

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I have just seen next-door’s cat, so I must dash.

(It’s about time she had a good scare!)

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Signed: dog (with a small d).

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Eat, drink and be scary,

For on Halloween, we DIE..