Witchy says that Frankie’s got his nuts all in a knot.
The Werewolf’s shedding fur and Mummy’s wraps keep getting caught.
The Skeleton is shivering and the Vampire’s lost his teeth.
The Clown say she’s too hot with that darn snowsuit underneath.
The Robot’s getting cranky and the Ghost has ripped his sheet.
I wish I hadn’t taken all these kids for tricks and treats!
A quilt on the bed and cold air on my nose;
A lovely way to be in repose.
Fall’s in the air and the snow’s on its way;
Oh, how I wish that the season could stay.
Some like the tropics, the sun on their skin;
I prefer sweaters and warmth from within.
Dash away summer, give Jack Frost the floor;
This heart bids him welcome, to stay evermore.
He turns the leaves scarlet and paints all the glass;
With diamonds and petals – though, fleeting, they pass.
I wait for this cold blooded lover all year;
Goosebumps and shivers prove he has drawn near.
So away with the heat and the moisture and sweat;
The cold weather’s here and my smile’s firmly set.
Charter of Writes 