I need to apologize for giving the incorrect origin last week for Mortimer's Minute. Thanks to Janet Wong's wonderful idea, many of us have had a great time hopping around! Thanks Janet!
Here's a poem of contemplation for what is past. Now you have the chance to take all the next year to choose a new costume, and to decide just what kind of pumpkin will be best for making the next fabulous jack o'lantern.
The bubble gum is over-chewed;
the candle’s lost its wick.
My tummy’s under the weather
but I’m really never sick
from eating too much candy
although Mom has froze the rest.
She’s stripped off all the webs
and cleaned up all the mess.
The jack o’ lantern’s living now
in the backyard compost bed.
It’s gonna grin a little longer
while little animals are fed.
I dropped my costume in the corner
and a smile is peeking out
reminding me that tricks ‘n treats
are what Halloween's all about
Now witches, goblins, and ghosts are stored
until the year comes round again,
with scary poems and ghastly tales
for Halloween, October’s end.
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