Bats, Monsters and Skeletons, Oh My ...

Halloween-ish Poems for Children and Your Inner Child

With Halloween right around the next bend, just for fun, here are some Halloween-ish poems for your inner child, from a child’s point of view —from me to you.

Happy Halloween!

Bats
by C.J. Heck

Bats can hit a baseball.
Girls can bat their eyes.
But the bats I want to talk about
fly with radar in the skies.

Bats are cute and furry
and I think bats are cool.
If I could only catch one,
I'd bring it in to school.

I'm sure you think they're creepy.
They might even make you scream.
What would we do without a bat
on scary Halloween?

I know it's hard to like them.
It isn't automatic.
My mom and dad don't mind them
IF ... they don't live in our attic.

Mr. Bones
by C.J. Heck

I was looking up some haunted stuff
because it's Halloween.
There were black cats, ghosts and witches
and most of them looked mean.

Then I saw your picture.
You're an awesome skeleton!
I read that we look just like you
way down beneath our skin.

Before you got turned inside out,
did you really look like me?
I think I’ll call you “Mr. Bones”,
'cause bones are all I see.

Mr. Bones, oh Mr. Bones,
you have a scary mouth
and there's nothing where your eyes should be.
You're spooky wrong side out!

Poor Old Mr. Bones.
It's sad you have no skin.
Maybe I'd look frightening, too,
with my insides out, my outsides in.

Help! Monsters!
by C.J. Heck

Help! Monsters in my closet!
Monsters in the hall!
Monsters underneath my bed
and Monsters in the wall!

Monsters 'hind my bedroom door!
They're in the bathroom, too!
I know they're yucky green ones,
maybe even red or blue!

My bed feels like an island
with Monsters everywhere ...
till mommy says goodnight to them.
Then they all just disappear.

To The Boogie Man:
by C.J. Heck

I used to be afraid of you.
Heard you eat up little boys.
I didn't want the lights turned out.
I was scared to play with toys.

We invited you to dinner.
Mommy said you’re only sad
you have no one to play with
and you aren't really bad.

You never come to dinner.
We still set a place for you ...
a plate, a spoon, a glass for milk,
just in case you do.

Bed Pages
by C.J. Heck

Dreams are pictures in my head
that happen when I'm in my bed.
I used to have some scary dreams.
I woke my daddy with my screams.

Then Daddy told me what to do
when dreams are scary and frighten you.
He said my bed is like a book
with pages left and right—just look.

If the left page scares you,
turn to the right.
the bad page is gone
for the rest of the night.

I love my daddy.
He's so smart.
He said I am
my bed's bookmark.

Night Night
by C.J. Heck

Night night moon,
night night stars,
night night noisy
trucks and cars.

Night night sand box,
night night toys,
night night other
girls and boys.

Night night Mom,
night night Dad,
night night Boogie Man
who's not bad.

It's time to go to sleep now
most all my night nights said.
Night night blankie.
Night night bed.

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