I was tempted to conjure a spell Leave the house with a horrible smell They provoked my ire That something I don`t admire It really does not ring my bell.
`It`ll soon be Hallowe`en night Costume ready, to give kids a fright With my green make up on I wait until the sun has gone And look for a neck that I can bite
Next it will be November the 5th A whizz bang of a story,not a myth If only Guy Fawkes knew This day he would rue For it meant that his life was dispensed with.
If you were chosen to be an astronaut I'd be feeling rather fraught But then I'd be weightless That wouldn't cause me distress I’d float around exactly as taught