Halloween Poetry – Halloween Poetry for Kids

[Day 29]

Halloween Poetry!
Today’s funny Halloween poetry is another Halloween ghost poem. Dead Ghost is again a limerick or rhyming poetry for Halloween. Poetry is sometimes very funny – at least I had a lot of fun recording it.
When you listen to the poem you will see/hear. 🙂 Sometimes it isn’t very easy to concentrate….. I think Halloween can be very funny and spooky for kids. I hope you’ll have a lot of fun too, Milou

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Dead Ghost by Milou

There once was a ghost named Fred
Who one day never left bed
He’d grown old
His hands were cold
It turned out that now he was dead

Halloween poetry

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Halloween Limericks…. Limericks…. Limericks…

[Day 24]

NEW! updated with podcast

Hi, now we are in our last week of Halloween waiting for *trick or treat*. I called the next Halloween limerick “The Beastly Feast” . Check out my other limericks and riddles and my little limerick tutorial on [Day 12] “how to write limerick poetry”. I will post a couple of limericks and Halloween poems the coming days. Have a nice weekend, Milou

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The Beastly Feast by Milou

All over the ground bones are scattered
I can clearly hear them clatterpurplemon
A monstrous beast
Has had a feast
My sister is finished eating her matter

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Spellbound words – rhyming poem by Milou

Poems are spellbound words
The rhymes sound like twittering birds

Some are funny and some are strange
And when they’re done there is nothing to change

I love poetry and I always will
Even if I’d have to climb a hill

But the olden times poems are boring to me
I like funny stuff you see…