In The Dark Dark Room Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

In a dark dark room
In a dark dark room
They gather to make their Halloween brew.
Mixing frog legs and bat wings to a tasty treat.
The room of witches and troll they do dance
Getting ready to take your soul.
The moon is full, but no light does shine in the dark room.
The part is wild and as the door does open nobody shows for a minute or so.
Then they come one by one on their brooms heading to the sky.
You hear the yell Happy Halloween.
Let's party in the, dark dark room when we return.