My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound of ... [+]
Susan Lendroth's poem, "Mother Ghoul's Halloween," is in Short Circuit #03, Short Édition's quarterly review. Susan writes for both adults and children, including a number of picture books. She loves history, mystery and science, and is sometimes overtaken by rhyme even when she tries to escape!
When witches walk and goblins stalk and all the ghosts convene, then please draw near so you can hear new rhymes for Halloween! Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey, when along came a spider who bundled and tied her and carried Miss Muffet away. Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker wild, make some cakes for this scary child. Roll them and pat them and mark them with a "Z," then put them in the oven for Zombie and me. Little Blue Ghoul come blow your horn; we're bobbing for apples and popping the corn. Where is the ghoul who so loves to creep? He crawls under your bed when