Who Put the Eye in the Pumpkin Pie? by Stephanie Dagg
It was Halloween, about half past three,
We were sitting down to have some tea.
Mum had made a big, plump pumpkin pie,
But when she cut it open, she found … an eye!
Now as you might guess, that spoilt the meal
And gave it a very creepy feel.
Suddenly no one wanted to eat
That yummy, scrummy Halloween treat.
Mum went mad, she totally freaked,
She roared, she screamed, she yelled, she squeaked!
She glared at us all to try and see
Who had shoved an eyeball into the tea.
But none of us there had an empty socket
Or eye-gouging tools hidden in a pocket.
We weren’t the culprits, we weren’t to blame.
Was this just some ghastly, ghoulish game?
We wondered quite where to begin,
When the door burst wide and a witch flew in.
She was hunched and so bristly it made you itch,
It was Wicked Wanda, the One-Eyed Witch!
She swooped and shrieked. “What’s this I spy?
You guys have got an extra eye!”
She grabbed it and poked it into place
In her warped and wrinkled witchy face.
No sooner had she left the room
Than a mummy stepped in, fresh from the tomb.
He was followed by bats, a frog and toad,
And the mad professor from down the road.
“Has anyone seen my eyeball bomb?”
He asked. ”The wretched thing has gone!”
As we opened our mouths to tell the truth,
We heard a loud bang from the roof.
We rushed outside, and crikey! Jiminy!
Witch Wanda’s remains were stuck to the chimney!
As her tattered hat floated to the ground
We grimly, glumly gathered round.
So the moral of this tale, my dears,
Is that Halloween can end in tears.
So do be warned, please be advised,
To stay clear of eyes in pumpkin pies!