Tag Archives: Born on Halloween
I was born on Halloween
when witches pay their due.
Everyone thinks I’m so mean,
but what am I to do?
My mother named me Hazel,
and makes me ride a broom.
She feeds me brew with basil,
and locks me in my room.
My nose is long and crooked.
My pet cat, Boo is black.
They say that I am wicked.
What is it that I lack?
My friends, they all are goblins,
and my father is a ghost.
My sister loves grave robbing,
and my brother loves brain toast.
I wish there was a potion,
to end this evil curse.
For I don’t have a notion,
and my life is getting worse.
So here’s a word of warning
to every child around.
If you were born on Halloween morning,
You best get out-of-town!
In honor of Halloween and my birthday, I thought I would share this poem I wrote as a teen. There are good and bad things about being born on Halloween.
Good: You always get to go Trick or Treating.
Bad: You always get to go Trick or Treating.
Good: No one ever forgets your birthday.
Bad: It is hard to go out to dinner when you have to be home to answer the door and give out candy.
Good: Chinese Take-out.
There are some days when I am a good witch and some when I am bad.
Happy Halloween! Boo!
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