By Harry G. Peakman
(my Uncle Harry)
I've bolted all the windows
and I've locked up every door
And I've spread much lovely garlic
all around the floor
I'll not have interruptions
from goblins, ghouls 'n such
(So highly overrated-
they don't amount to much)
I've grouped the herbs and crystals,
bat wings and turnip blood
There's mummied hand, a "skeeter" fin,
foul waters from a flood
A wiggle of the uvula,
five lopsided soles,
Pelargonium juices
and some droppings from the moles
Seven twigs lantana,
toad's eye a la carte,
A batch of hiccups from a muse
and diced rhinocerous heart
There's toenails from new kittens,
a mouse that's been giraffed-
Oh, all the stores and charms and things
to keep my wiles a craft
So when Halloween is dawning
and the night is turning rough
I'll be busy in the basement
o'er a cauldron stirring stuff
6 comments:
I love this. The bit about turnip blood - priceless!
It looks like creative eye of newt juices run in your family, Har!
Let the hell broth boil and bubble!! Muahahahahaha
Harry, what a fun poem. Absolutely loved the "droppings from a mole" line. Made me have one of those "Oh no, snorted coffee on the keyboard" moments!
Bubbling pot of hell. Trick or traet? I thnk I'll take teh crystals and run. Graet halloween fun!
What imaginings you've got stirring in that cauldron...giving me some ideas:)
Loved this great Halloween poem, and have linked to it on my blog!
"A wiggle of the uvula"
Best line I've read in a song or poem since "My blood's so mad feels like coagulating" -[Eve of Destruction]
I've always wanted to work the word uvula into casual conversation. Seeing it in a poem made me light up with GLEE.
Karen :0)
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