There's a boogie in the closet
But it's not real you see
It's just a game I like to play
The boogie is really me
I make a very ugly face
And show my fangs and claws
I breathe real deep and scary
And growl with hungry jaws
My brother hates the boogie
He hates it very much
I say "I'm going to eat you up,
And have you for my lunch!"
Then my brother always crys
He runs and tells our dad
Daddy always spanks me
And says that Ive been bad
Well I made the boogie go away
He won't be back Noooooooo more
But what my brother doesn't know
Is that there's a ghost behind the door.
Happy Halloween, Magantice
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Very clever my friend. I didn't know you wrote poetry as well! You are very talented at it. I like the poem and Happy Halloween to you too. A
well deserved S+F!
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Thank you so much jackflap for your kind words. I love children and wrote these among others for my grandkids.
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