3 result(s) for Funny Poems Called The Haunted Village.
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The Mummy's Last Roll
In the Haunted Village, dusk came slow,
Where ghosts would wail and bats would go.
The Mummy wandered, grim and grand,
But ran out of wraps, so out of hand.
He lurched toward the bathroom, scared and bare,
And snatched the roll with a rattling flair.
He spun and tangled, round and round,
Until he sneezed and tore the ground.
Now wrapped in tissue, soft and white,
He sighed, "Now I'm ready for the night!"
The villagers fled with a shriek of dread,
For the Mummy's "costume" was ten rolls thick instead.
The Backward Hour
In the Haunted Village, folks all agree,
The clock on the square has a mind of its own;
At midnight it stirs, then runs backward with glee,
Unwinding the hours like yarn off a bone.
The baker gets younger, his flour turns to dew,
The cat un-pounces, the mice hop back in,
The rooster un-crows, and the stew cools anew,
And Grandpa forgets where he left his big chin.
At one, we're still dancing; at noon, we're asleep;
At six, we've un-eaten the pie from our plate.
The mayor un-wins, and the goats un-leap,
And nobody's sure if it's early or late.
But the village is wise, and it simply stays in,
And waits for the clock to give up its spin.
When dawn finally comes, we rush out with a grin,
And wind up the clock to start over again.
Midnight Muffins at the Haunted Village
In the Village where the ghosts all dwell,
A spectral baker rang the bell,
He whipped his batter, cold and gray,
And baked his muffins through the day.
But every midnight, pale and proud,
His oven roared and smoked the crowd,
The muffins blackened, crisp, and charred,
So burnt that even ghouls were scarred.
He moaned, "Oh woe! My tops are coal!"
The ghost-cat yowled, the ghost-owls drawl,
The bats all fled in frantic flight,
Who bakes at night and burns it right?
So now the village, wise and wise,
Keeps tiny timers for their pies,
And whispers soft at dusk's last chime,
"Please, dear ghost, don't burn the lime!"
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