A werewolf named Wendy is fair,
So long as the sun is up there.
But when the moon rises,
She puts on disguises –
With Fangs and a lot of coarse hair.
A ghoul and his girl, for a lark,
Went strolling one night in the park.
They stopped under a light
And the ghoul cried in fright
EEK! Quick, dear, get back in the dark.
It’s said there are spooks who find fun
In undoing things that are done.
They go to foot races
And untie shoelaces,
Then watch people trip as they run.
There once was a demon as green
As any there ever had been.
He would hide in the grass
To watch people pass,
Convinced that he couldn’t be seen.
There once was a pale apparition,
Who suffered from grave malnutrition.
Said Mom, ‘You’ll be a ghost,
If you don’t eat your toast.’
Answered he, ‘That’s just superstition.’
– all limericks are by Ann McGovern
