The Witch’s Broom

 One spooky night In a lonely pumpkin patch A wicked witch with an evil eye Cursed her sorry plight For try as she might Her broomstick would not fly Over and over again The witch sat on her broom Under the moonlit sky But try as she might Even reciting

Fool’s Gold

 The silhouette of a witch And the shriek of a bat Conjures up ghostly spirits And the blackest of cats This dark night of fear Sends terror to all But the fright is the worst On a late night in fall For Halloween’s the time To play trick or treat