A Halloween Werewolf by Alexis M. Ashikwe

My granddaughter, Lexi, wrote this delightful poem for Halloween and I asked her if I could share it with my readers today.

(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

There once was a werewolf very sad,

No one liked him because he looked mad.

He’d get up at night and howl at the moon,

Almost as loud as a crying bassoon.

A werewolf
(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

He also looked scary with all of his hair,

And didn’t have any clothes to wear.

Even though he looked normal by day,

Everyone still refused to play.

A blond girl with floral crown in a field.
(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

Then a girl with short blond hair

Came up to him and pulled out a chair.

He really only wanted a friend,

Now that he’s found one, this story will end.

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Psilocybin Street

Poet Bwbach of the Gallybloggers assails society at large about the scary plight of the homeless on cold, damp city streets as autumn sweeps the nation heralding the winter yet to come. It is not about comfort, but rather about survival on the streets. Please, read on…

CALL TO ARMS!

Homelessness is a blight upon civilization and should not exist at all. Dewin Nefol of Wales, UK, spends much of his spare time working with the Homeless. Nefol created the Gallybloggers website to showcase the poetry and prose of the Homeless in the hope that someday, financial assistance and greater social and political awareness will be awakened. I have committed myself to help Dewin Nefol in this great cause. I urge you to consider helping as well. You can contact me privately through the CONTACT page on this site or contact Dewin himself. Thank you!