The last house
Wearing costumes,looking sweet
Singing "trick or treat"
Marching down the street
They went to every door
Getting sweets to devour.
At the last odd shaped house
With a knocker shaped like mouse
An old witch answered the bell
The witch cast an ensnaring spell
The kids quietly entered the trap
And were snatched up in a snap
To be mercilessly slaughtered
By all the wicked hungry monsters.
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PuisiWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
