By Laura Wynkoop
"For all who bravely dare
To learn this haunted sonnet,
May you be made aware
A spell’s been solid upon it."
From spiders to mummies to the elusive Boogeyman, those pages carry a bit of of every little thing creepy, crawly, and simply simple spooky. With a pinch of terror and a splash of humor, readers should be forged right into a shadowy global, the place creatures lurk and nightmares live. Surprises abound on each web page, ready to drag in readers...sometimes literally...
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Extra resources for An eyeball in my garden: and other spine-tingling poems
I thinks me wants This poison frog. Or how ’bouts that Electric ray? Spine-tinglish fiend, The witches say. Perchance a gryphon With knifesome claws? A werewolf pup With snappish jaws? The vampire bat With flapsy wings? The red-eyed rat Who chews dead things? That fearsome viper With fangs so bold? Let’s see—oh, no! I haves no gold. No flamey dragon So scalesome cute— Guess I’ll just takes This free dead newt. 39 Ghost Fish By William Shakespeery The goldfish had died an unfortunate death, Now his ghost haunts the toilet at night.
The blue dawn steals across his face As swiftly as a ghost. The wind wraps ’round the silent man And stirs his stringy hair. The cornstalks shiver in the breeze, Awakened by his stare. Crows avoid the tempting field, Their black eyes bright with fear. They gather speed as they fly past, Afraid to go too near. With face fixed in a jagged grin, His body shifts and yields As gusts of wind dance back and forth Across the lonely fields. Swamp Witch By Susie Sawyer Where peepers peep, And creepers creep, Where dead, decaying things rot deep Beneath the murky muck and mud, She lurks and lives alone.
54 55 The Scarecrow By Angela McMullen In tattered rags he stands and waits Against his gnarled post. The blue dawn steals across his face As swiftly as a ghost. The wind wraps ’round the silent man And stirs his stringy hair. The cornstalks shiver in the breeze, Awakened by his stare. Crows avoid the tempting field, Their black eyes bright with fear. They gather speed as they fly past, Afraid to go too near. With face fixed in a jagged grin, His body shifts and yields As gusts of wind dance back and forth Across the lonely fields.