Monsters with googly eyes
in the treetops,
dangling down.
When the wind blows,
the monsters catch
me and you.
They make you into a pie.
He will gobble you up.
You will try to run away
but the monsters
will not give up.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Great poem, Frankie! Very spooky. :)
ReplyDeleteWow! You are a great poet. The "monster dangling" really gives me a great picture in my mind. Keep writing the terrific poety! Grandma Jo loves it.
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