Born on Halloween

Love this Halloween poem written by my friend over at Grandmother Musings. A great read!

Grandmother Musings

I was born on Halloween

when witches pay their due.

Everyone thinks I’m so mean,

but what am I to do?

 

My mother named me Hazel,

and makes me ride a broom.

She feeds me brew with basil,

and locks me in my room.

 

My nose is long and crooked.

My pet cat, Boo is black.

They say that I am wicked.

What is it that I lack?

 

My friends, they all are goblins,

and my father is a ghost.

My sister loves grave robbing,

and my brother loves brain toast.

 

I wish there was a potion,

to end this evil curse.

For I don’t have a notion,

and my life is getting worse.

 

So here’s a word of warning

to every child around.

If you were born on Halloween morning,

You best get out-of-town!   

 

In honor of Halloween and my birthday, I…

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One Response to Born on Halloween

  1. bigsmileu1 says:

    I am honored that you would reblog this poem. Thank you so much! It was a great birthday present. 🙂

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