‘Twas All Hallows Eve, the one-hundredth in a row,
When Headwitch prepared her special cookie dough.
Kids craved the old crone’s gooey, ghoulish treats—
Goodies that’d send them howling down streets.
‘Cause what would the spookiest day of the year
Be without tricks and a small dose of fear?
The ingredients? Bat wings, pumpkin, and salt,
A pinch of lizard’s toenail, a teaspoon of—“Halt!”
Cried the crone’s apprentice, obstructing the pot,
“I’ve forgotten the hairy werewolves’ snot!”
“Drat!” grumbled Headwitch,
throwing down her spoon.
on her rickety broomstick she creaked
To the Slimes-R-Us just past the moon.
Besides being my yearly Halloween poem, “It’s Not Your Mamma’s Halloween Recipe” is my 98 word answer to Susanna Leonard Hill’s 4th Annual HALLOWEENSIE CONTEST: write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (title not included in the 100 words), using the words pumpkin, broomstick, and creak.
Who’d like a witch’s finger? Just baked!