A halloween poem:

The itzy bitzy spider crawled from the craven skull
and grabbed at a tooth and give it quite a pull
the tooth came out with such a minor shock
that the spider went a flyin right into a clock
the clock struck midnight and all from the house
tiny zombie bodies, that once had been a mouse
then ghosts arose and winds blew and all the kiddies new
that the witching hour had sprung at last, their grampsie's stories true!