Tuesday,
Yes, A while since I've posted a poem on this site. Almost a month. Not sure why I haven't posted. But it is close to Halloween and that is my favorite holiday. So, for the next few days . . . nothing but Halloween poems. All of these are older poems.
The Gobbley Goom
The world outside burns dark with gloom
Beware sweet children the Gobbley Goom
His breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty brute is the Gobbley Goom
The child who doesn't clean its room
A tasty treat for the Gobbley Goom
And late one night he met his doom
Becomin’ a stew for the Gobbly Goom
She never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup! She got served up
as brunch for the Gobbley Goom
Do all the things good children do
Or . . . The Gobbley Goom . . .
WILL COME FOR YOU!
—rrw 10-31-2009
Yes, A while since I've posted a poem on this site. Almost a month. Not sure why I haven't posted. But it is close to Halloween and that is my favorite holiday. So, for the next few days . . . nothing but Halloween poems. All of these are older poems.
The Gobbley Goom
The evening moon is burning bright
The door is locked-up good and tightThe world outside burns dark with gloom
Beware sweet children the Gobbley Goom
He stalks on leggies made of clay
His face is yellow with decayHis breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty brute is the Gobbley Goom
When midnight comes he roams the streets
He looks for children bads to eatsThe child who doesn't clean its room
A tasty treat for the Gobbley Goom
I heard there was a boyish brat
As dirty as an alley catAnd late one night he met his doom
Becomin’ a stew for the Gobbly Goom
There was a little girl they say
Who always had to have her wayShe never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup! She got served up
as brunch for the Gobbley Goom
So all my precious ones take care
Mind your manners and brush your hairDo all the things good children do
Or . . . The Gobbley Goom . . .
WILL COME FOR YOU!
—rrw 10-31-2009
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