“Recipe for Halloween Soup du`Jour”
What’s cooking in that pot? A witch’s stew?
Atop the pot I see a floating hat!
It seems some gruesome feet twist in there, too.
Ah! this foul soup; it smells of screechy bat!
Our black cat connoisseur is awesome cook
but curses on his eyes and hearing, too.
He’s spiked the soup without a backward look
and now blood-curdling screams emerge from brew.
From boil and bubbling pot the odors rise.
We’re having quite a feast this Halloween.
The Soup du`Jour; a classic, we surmise
with tongue of witch and sauce of boot, between.
Lift high your glass and at the table, sigh:
“The wicked witch is dead, Oh, my; Oh, my!”