Miss Springtime awakens Her complexion of pale, leaf green Flowing locks of spindly, nickel strings

Who spilt the bottle of ink? The ink did pour It poured some more It spilt on the floor The kittens did pour from the bottle of ink

Lyricsfrom a pencil case The pencil scribbled on the music paper Scribbling those high and low music notes

Howdy you spirited folks! I’d like to introduce you to our Skeleton Hillbillies Band I’d like to shake you by the hand

Burning bridges The hot fires do burn We can no longer return We can no longer walk that bridge

Three witches are we We are sisters in arms Holding hands At night we fly high on our super-powered broomsticks We play trick or treat

Just write a word A poetic verse You might have heard worse Is it a curse? I can’t think of any words Dots and lines Rhythm and rhyme

Exaggerated eyelashes A giant glossy eye Seeing life through the lens

Sometimes, I think outside the box Sometimes, my brain won’t get out of the box Sometimes, I can’t open the box Sometimes, I can’t close

Someone planted a seed for the tree to slowly grow So we breathe, fresh air Grow fruit To use as a natural shelter

Black cat is riding his bicycle He’s always running late He must get home for Halloween It has started to rain, crunchy autumn leaves

Upside down world The swirling madness of life unfurls You want to go that way You end up going this way Your left is right

Please do sit down Take a pew Put your feet up won’t you No feet on the new coffee table Do not slouch Do not lounge

A fragile piece of glass Gliding across the dance floor I’ve never seen so many smooth Heel to toe

I cast my Halloween spell Where heaven meets hell I cast my earthly spell Fork lightening and crashing thunder

Mirror, mirror on the wall Please don’t crack Please don’t fall You’ve promised me A pumpkin carriage pulled by some little white mice

My brain is no longer tame On occasion, it can be insane My creativity jumps out of my brain It has no restraint

Where’s Nessy? Does Nessy exist? I don’t know I haven’t seen her Have you? Is she hiding from me? Is she real or complete fiction?

All the fun of the fair Candy floss, toffee apples and John Bull rock Have a ride on the spinning waltzers Feeling dizzy

I feel like the world is on automatic drive The world is driving us by We no longer have our hands on the gears