The Horsemen Are Headless this Evening
The horsemen are headless this evening.
The werewolves are howling and hairy.
The mummies are rising from out of their crypts.
The vampires are equally scary.
The trolls are pugnacious and plodding.
The goblins are grinning and green.
The ogres are rabid and running amok.
The ghosts can just barely be seen.
The banshees are wailing and moaning.
The zombies are dragging their feet,
and gremlins engaging in mischievous fun
are dancing around in the street.
With such evil creatures abounding,
I don’t know what I’m gonna do,
’cause Mom made my Halloween costume this year
and dressed me as Winnie-the-Pooh.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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From The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!
This book is packed with far-out, funny, clever poems guaranteed to give readers a galactic case of the giggles.
Children will love the slightly screwy world of Kenn Nesbitt, with mashed potatoes on the ceiling, kangaruplets, skunks falling in love, antigravity machines, and a jillion other imaginative subjects.