from Scott Gustafson's Eddie. |
Ghouls and witches, a demon rages,
Thirteen books from cute to scary,
some are gentle, some are hairy.
Half are charmers, picture heavy,
Bone Dog, Hampire, lovestruck zombie.
Monsters prowling, ghosties too,
A few just want to nibble at you.
A few just want to nibble at you.
Or gnash their teeth, spew some goo,
Eat some mold your icebox grew.
Eat some mold your icebox grew.
For those you'll need a wry-good primer:
To avoid their breath, deter their hunger.
To avoid their breath, deter their hunger.
Then it's time for grand adventures:
Longer reads and fantastic creatures.
Longer reads and fantastic creatures.
Goblins, mudmen, tombfolk too,
A beast that quakes from under a lagoon.
Howling clouds with lightning eyes,
Snatching kids into gloomy skies.
Some are there to spook you silly,
Make you gasp, then chuckle, "Really?"
A beast that quakes from under a lagoon.
Howling clouds with lightning eyes,
Snatching kids into gloomy skies.
Some are there to spook you silly,
Make you gasp, then chuckle, "Really?"
Funny scary, you know the kind:
Ghouls both horrid and undignified.
Ghouls both horrid and undignified.
A parade of crazies, bottled up tight,
With body parts out of sight,
With body parts out of sight,
Or balanced where they shouldn't be,
A head held by a demon's knees.
A head held by a demon's knees.