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Skeleton Parade

Ten little Skeletons marching in a line,
One got lost in the pumpkin patch,
Now there'e only nine.

Nine little skeletons dancing out the gate,
One tripped over a sleek black cat,
Now there's only eight.

Eight little skeletons, lead by one named Kevin,
He went on a date with a pretty witch,
Now there's only seven.

Seven little skeletons ready for treats and tricks,
One flew away on a giant bat,
Now there's only six.

Six little skeletons parting at Dead Man's Dive,
One fell in a shallow grave,
Now there's only five.

Five little skeletons, knocking on your door
One ran off, because he was shy,
Now there's only four.

Four little skeletons prancing around with glee,
One got drunk on cauldron punch,
Now there's only three.

Three little skeletons, running out of things to do,
One went to play chess with a lonely ghost,
Now there's only two.

Two little skeletons having Halloween fun,
One got sick off of too much candy,
Now there's only one.

One little skeleton decided the night was don,
Ten skeletons on Halloween night,
Now we have none.

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thanks ! thanks for noticng that typo.

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Elizabeth! Wonderful poem! I was wondering if you would mind if I used it to teach Halloween vocabulary to my young students? It would be perfect for their level and I think they would really enjoy it!


J.A. Fisher

I would be honored if you did!

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I know that I have commented on this elsewhere but I wanted to say I enjoyed this very much.


Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!

hi lou!Thank you.

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Thank you, I love halloween.

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Welcome back our Emerald eyed lady, nice funny poem , I think you meant ( three little skeletons, running out of things to do ). In the eighth verse. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Thanks for noticng that! Its good to be back, I missed you!

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