The Skeleton Who Lost His Head
Next years he is going to stay dead
The Skeleton Who Lost His Head
There once was a skeleton out for a stroll,
Who tripped on a pumpkin and down he rolled,
His skull went flying across the grass,
And landed right in a witch’s glass.
She laughed and said, my brew’s complete,
A skull to stir, how very sweet,
He shouted, hey, that’s mine you thief,
You’re causing me tremendous grief.
She dropped him quick, he bounced away,
And rolled straight through a ghostly play,
He bowled them over one by one,
And cried, I never meant such fun.
He found his body near the gate,
It stood there tapping bones in wait,
He popped back on his head and said,
Next year I’m staying home instead.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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hahaha 😊💥 Fantastic!
What a funny one I could see this poem unfolding with the way you wrote.