Halloween Poetry
by Adam Argyle
Eye on the Ball
I met an old zombie while strolling
who left me practically rolling
Because he was dead
He could take off his head
and then he was ready for bowling
-Adam Argyle, 9/28/03
There once was a werewolf pup
Who wouldn't drink from a cup.
When the moon was not full,
for his teachers at school,
the best he could do was show up.
-Adam Argyle, 10/31/02
In Salem there once was a witch
Whose eye had a very bad twitch
when she was hung
to her captors she flung
"I curse you all with an itch."
-Adam Argyle, 9/26/02
There once was a very young ghoul,
Whom everyone thought was a fool.
He had an obsession most strange,
Of singing loudly on stage,
The songs of the season called Yule.
-Adam Argyle, 9/17/02
[Adam joined the poetry festival in the fall of 2002. We enjoyed his contributions! Click Here to view the whole collection of 2002 Halloween poetry.]