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Halloween Sky Ride Halloween Sky Ride by Elizabeth Spurr
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“I’m sorry,” said the kitty.
“I’ve wrecked your broomstick ride.”
“No matter,” said Witch Mildred.
“We’re here. Let’s go inside!”

The clock atop the castle
read twenty after eight,
but the promised buffet table
held only emptied plates!
“No eye or newt? No sautéed slug?
No pickleworm pate?

No casserole of cockroach!
No spiderweb soufflé!
Those greedy gobbling goblins
left zilch for us to eat.”
Said the starving skeleton,
“Why don’t we trick-or-treat?”

They passed a lighted cottage,
from which rose song and laughter.
The mummy boldly rang the bell,
All others traipsing after.

The children squealed and giggled
as they greeted their new guests,
for of all the trick-or-treaters,
these costumes were the best!

The hostess asked the callers
to join them at their party.
“Check out this spread!” the mummy said.
The hostess said, “Eat hearty.”

“Taffy apples! Candy corn!
Purple punch, ice-cold!
My tongue’s not touched such tastiness
since I was six years old!”

In the corner of the kitchen
Witch Mildred found a mop.
“I think this will do nicely
while my broom is in the shop.”

“May I, please?” asked Mildred,
and seated her new friends.
With a loud “Thank you!” away they flew,
in loopy swoops and bends.

That night Witch Mildred dreamed
of cakes and lemonade,
but far more sweet than party treats were the friendships she had made!”
Elizabeth Spurr, Halloween Sky Ride
“Witch Mildred was invited
to the wondrous Witches’ Wobble,
a Halloween festivity
where witches go to gobble.

Her snakeskin invitation read:

Feasting Starts at Eight!
A Grand Buffet (with Skunk Filet!)

Hopping on her broomstick,
She took off from a thicket.
She raced along the back roads
to dodge a speeding ticket.

A skeleton soon hailed her.
(His bones could use some meat!)
He pled, “Please! I’m so hungry,
I rattle head to feet.”

A jack-o’-lantern hollered,
“Please take me from this wall,
for some, I dread, might use my head
as a soccer ball.”

Soon the three encountered
a ghost who was in tears.
“Please take me from this graveyard.
It’s much too spooky here.”

A shaky, quaky mummy
called, “I’m ready to collapse.
Please find me a warm hearthside,
for I forgot my wraps!”

A bat swooped down upon them.
He squeaked, “Please wait for me!
I’ll go batty when the sexton bongs
the bells in my belfry.”

A black cat yowled,
“Please take me.
I need some company,
for when I cross their pathways,
people run from me!”
Elizabeth Spurr, Halloween Sky Ride