The Nightmare before ChristmasThe Nightmare before Christmas PoemMore Like This
Ghouls and goblins, witches a brew,
Oogie Boogie stirring up his snake and spider stew,
A hysterical mayor with a curled, twisted face,
With monsters and ghosts wandering in this Halloween place,
A pale rag doll sewed up stitch by stitch,
Next to an eerie mad scientist with an uneasy twitch.
Though they all looked scary and seemed quite macabre,
It was just Halloween and it was only their job.
Then, in the front of the crowd a skeleton stood,
He was the Pumpkin King so he did what he could,
Was heard "Jack Skellington" as the crowd cheered and cried,
Yet no one heard Jack's soft, unspoken sigh,
Admirably, they surrounded him, creped and crept,
So with a blink of an eye, off Jack gracefully leapt.
He wandered to a graveyard and in he stepped,
He thought to himself then silently wept,
For throughout Halloween Town he was loved and adored,
But he hated spreading terror, and had become quite bored,
Then out from a grave, what to appear?
A little ghost do