A poem in response to the prompt
A little ghost went out to play
but found the children ran away
when he appeared that hallowed night
and wondered what gave them a fright
He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house
with no one to speak to but a passing mouse
who after seeing our friend with a squeak
ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!
But then one night of All Hallows’ eve
an old black cat, was playing in leaves
he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head
and decided to play in his house instead.
And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,
chanting and wailing and all going boo!
And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place
made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face
So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve
dont be frightened or worried and just believe
as the hosts have their tea at little ghosts place
the one where the host has a bluish white face