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The house by the school
The house by
the school,
Wherein
lives a ghoul,
Who
considers it a treat,
To eat baby
meat.
She doesn’t
eat potatoes,
She doesn’t
eat rice,
But thinks
kids from 5 to 10,
Taste really
nice.
When they’re
playing in the playground,
They can’t
relax at all,
For that
rustling in the bushes,
Might just
be the ghoul.
Millie
disappeared on Monday,
Her Mum
appealed for her on the telly,
She hasn’t
been seen since,
But now, the
ghoul has a full belly.
Josh
disappeared last Friday,
His dad just
cried and cried,
I don’t have
any proof,
But I
believe poor Josh was fried.
She grabs
them in the morning,
When they’re
fresh out of their beds,
She chops
them up and slices them,
And even
roasts their heads!
She likes
year six salad,
Year eight on
a plate,
Year nine
she finds divine,
And always
wants more of year four.
The police
won’t try to stop her,
They’re far
too freighted you see,
Someone told
them that to ghouls,
Coppers
taste like toffee.
So be
careful little children,
When walking
to or home from school,
Don’t talk
to any strangers,
For they
might just be a ghoul!!!!
