Boooooooo-yah!
So nice of you to wear your monster mask for today’s post. Like me, you’re probably already feeling that Fall chill in the air, especially at night. The leaves will start turning in the blink of your good eye, the winds will howl, and come October, you’ll have an actual excuse to wear your green scaly costume in public. 🙂
While you’re gnawing on that leg bone in anticipation, thought I’d share three poems from Trick-or-Treat: A Happy Haunter’s Halloween by Debbie Leppanen and Tad Carpenter (Beach Lane, 2013).
This mixed bag of 15 rhymes is perfect for munchkins and short grown-ups who like their scariness served up with a good side of humor. A group of trick-or-treaters and iconic Halloween regulars (skeletons, mummies, ghouls, witches, black cats, monsters) are all out on the prowl for a spooktacularly good time. We follow them to a dark alley, a graveyard, a Halloween party, and into the homes of mummies and vampires. One of my favorite poems, “Mummy Dearest,” mentions eerie edibles:
She fixes my breakfast: worms on toast.
I like the juicy ones the most.She tears my clothes all to shreds.
(On the bus, it sure turns heads.)She packs me spider eggs for lunch.
Mmm . . . the way they snap and crunch!
*picks spider legs from teeth*
As you can well imagine, Monsieur Generator’s services are in constant demand. Such a busy, busy boy. We had to utilize state-of-the-art vampire bat echolocation to determine his exact whereabouts. We tracked him from the balmy Promenade des Anglais in Nice to the hills of San Miniato in Tuscany, where he was sniffing out white truffles before proceeding to London’s West End, where he will star in a new production of “The Count of Monte Crisco,” part of a new campaign to imprison those who promote trans fats in the human diet.
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