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Friday, August 20, 2010

BOO WHO?

Did someone say "Boo Who"?   I participated in a scissor fob exchange in June and this is what the fabulous Lisa P sent me.  Isn't this a wonderful way to hold and display my scissors in the fall months?!  I love the little bandit mask over his eyes, and he possesses such an "attitude" in his stature. 


Thank you again, Lisa, he is a "H*O*O*T"!!!!!


I am getting ready for fall weather, how about you?  My mind keeps brewing and stewing as Halloween draws nearer.  Can't wait!  Especially when I keep running across things that remind me of:


 Witches' Night Before Halloween

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'Twas the night before Halloween and all through the cottages,

The witches were stirring their brews and their potages.



Their cupboards were bursting with hop-toads and newts,

And they'd shined up their pointy-toed, fancy-dress boots.



The witchlings lay snoring, quite snug in their beds,

With visions of moist, creeping things in their heads.



"Nice night," whispered Mad-Maud to Potbelly-Pat

As she snuffed out the torches and took in the cat.



But at the first stroke of midnight, when folks lay asleep,

The whole gang of witches on tiptoes did creep





Out past the cornfields and 'neath the trolls' bridge,

To the crossroads that lay beyond Cemetery Ridge.



"It's time to begin," hissed Elise-With-One-Eye

As the moon reached its peak in the October sky.



On the stump of a tree, with a thump and a creak,

Big-Bree drummed a beat as the witches all shrieked:

"Come goblins! Come ghosties! Come skeleton bones!

Do you really expect us to do this alone?"



They stomped on the ground! They bellowed! (They wheezed.)

They tangoed! And salsa-ed! (On arthritic knees.)

Louder and wilder with each passing verse

They chanted in voices from tuneless to worse.



'Till BANG! the old charnel house doors cracked and broke,

And out flew their pals with a big blast of smoke!



A few drooling ghouls from down underneath,

With cleanly picked bones and half-rotted teeth;



A pale, dark-eyed viscount quite long in the tooth;

Two squadrons of zombies, unkempt and uncouth;



Dark, furry, four-footed, hard-to-see things

That vanish unseen midst a flutter of wings;



Redheaded banshees with ear-splitting wails;

And a rheumy-eyed ghost dressed in neatly pressed tails.



With one boney finger, Maud tested the breeze,

Grabbed hold of her broom and ascended with ease.

"To town!" she commanded. "There's much to be done.

Pack your newts and your spiders. Let's go have some fun!"



They dangled black bats from the City Hall eaves

And festooned each doorway with poisonous leaves.



Cobwebs were stretched from church spire to town square,

And green slime was dribbled down every porch stair.



On each hollow pumpkin they scratched a mad grin,

Set the kitty-cats yowling, and stoked up the wind.



"So much haunting to get done in so little time,"

Mourned a vain, headless countess, a bit past her prime.

"Not to mention the rusty old gates we back-ordered

Are stuck in a truck at the Canadian border."



"Not like the old days," whined Rotten-Tooth-Ruth,

"Is this the example we set for our youth?"



More shadows! More cobwebs!

More monsters! More slime!

More dank, moldy cellars!

More grave dust! More grime!



And when they had finished, thick fog hugged the ground,

So they snapped a few photos, and flew out of town.



"To the hovels! Let's go! Time to wake up the spawn!"

Cried the witches while hobbling back home 'cross the lawn.



They banged pots together, poked the witchlings with sticks,

Till the kiddies woke up and threw terrible fits.



"It's Halloween, you gremlins!" crooned Bubonic-Sue,

"Time to show all the humans what witches can do!"



At that, the wee witchlings leapt straight from their beds,

Tied pointy black caps to their misshapen heads,

Laced up their brat boots, grabbed onto their brooms,

And rode single-file toward the just-risen moon.



"Stay warm! Make good choices!" yelled the parental group,

As the young witches circled above with a whoop,



Shouting loud as they could on this night of all nights:

"Happy Halloween to all and to all a good fright!"

By Lesley Bannatyne






































































































































25 comments:

Hillery said...

Cute poem. I am also beginning to get in the Harvest frame of mind. Autumn is my favorite season.

Deborah said...

Beautiful exchange! Wonderfuk way to hold your scissors.

Loraine said...

LOL! Love the poem! Perfect for a Halloween.
I love the scissor holder too. So cute!

Cari said...

Love, love, love the owl fob! And the poem...too much fun!! Hugs

Jan said...

What an ever so cute fob, Jolene!! Enjoy it! Thanks for sharing the poem...almost feel a chill to the air..NOT! lol

Chocolates4Breakfast (TerriBoog) said...

The scissor holder is darling and the poem is awesome, too!

Berit said...

Love both; I'd never read that and boo who has been in my to-stitch file for a while now! :D

Cathy Lloyd said...

And I'll see you in September!

p.matejcek said...

Jolene
I love the poem it is great. I have emailed several times to see if you got the package I sent you. If you didn't I will put a claim in with the post office because I had it insured. Please email me at p.matejcek@yahoo.com Thanks Pat

Blu said...

Lovely scissors keep.
Awesome poem! I can't believe Halloween is almost here.

Myra said...

Fabulous fob and I adore the poem. I have been stitching Halloween ornaments so your post was quite fitting for me. Have a great weekend!

Brigitte said...

This little owl is such a cutie.

Brigitte said...

This little owl is such a cutie.

Pumpkin said...

Sweet exchange piece!

Love the poem. Especially the part about the Canadian border ;o)

Margaret said...

Love the scissor fob! It's way too hard for me to get into the whole fall thing, much as I'm looking forward to the cooler weather. I can't believe it's almost September!

Karen said...

i love that little guy! that is really cute! i need to stitch him for me, i have stitched him for an exchange as well.
I am soooo ready for fall! it is 110 out here in AZ still and probably for another month. UGH! decorating next weekend for fall i think!

Sharlotte said...

Love the scissor holder! I've never seen this poem before. Can hardly wait for Autumn with all this heat!

Carin said...

The scissorfob is beautiful !! And I love that poem, thanks for sharing !!

Siobhan said...

What a great exchange! Congrats on your finish of Pennsylvania Pinwheel, too!

Carolyn NC said...

Cute - great stitching and exchange!

Robin S. said...

Congrats on finishing Penn. Pinwheel, it's lovely! And lucky you to have received such cute gifties in the mail! I'm in a fall/Halloween stitching frame of mind too. Hmmm...what to stitch first?

I enjoyed the Halloween poem so much that I had to read it aloud, being the closet thespian that I am. It's just so much fun! Is it your creation?

Suzanne said...

What a cute exchange! Love the poem.

Patty C. said...

Cute Owl Scissor pocket - I too like the mask ;)

Carin said...

Is has been so long ago since you post here. Hope everything is alright ! Miss reading your post :-)

Raggedy Ann said...

Beautiful scissor holder!
Fall is my favorite time of year also :) I love to decorate and bake also. Have a wonderful day, full of blessings!
Raggedystitches,
Louise