Goblins, gremlins, poltergeists and ghosts
Would scream or howl, at what pleases them the most.
A graveyard coven of thirteen witches
Danced round the cauldron, with grandiose twitches
The brew of blood called ‘Warlock’s Wine,’
Was red and pungent. It rattled your spine.
The stew was made as the moon was high
With eyeballs, maggots, and snake venom nigh.
Toad’s meat sandwiches were on a magic plate
New ones appeared so you didn’t have to wait.
The cerberus chased a fat black cat.
A creepy spider tried to ride a flying bat.
The sorceress’s spell put on a spirited show.
The guests were transformed until the time to go.
A lovely night for all, it would certainly appear.
The party would be held in the netherworld next year.
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