At the bottom of the garden,
Haunting toadstools bright,
Four dark-eyed goblins
Were out one night
When the moon
Was the only light.
Four children in costumes
Were out on the street,
Knocking on doors
For a trick or a treat.
They came to a house
With an iron gate
Where naughty boys
Were lying in wait;
But instead of four children
There were now eight.
‘Give us your treats!’
The naughty boys yelled,
But the goblins created
A magic spell.
The children laughed
To see the boys fly away
On bats’ wings
Until the break of day.
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
I couldn’t refrain from commenting. Exceptionally well written!
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This is a topic which is near to my heart…
Best wishes! Exactly where are your contact details though?
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