Today I'm going to tell you about a poem I made up.
Twas the night before Halloween,
Twas the night before Halloween and all through the town not a monster was lurking,or at least ones not yet found.People were sleeping,lying in bead dreaming of scary Monsters and kids that had fled.When all of a sudden there was a lightning flash and 100s of monsters rose from the ash,some were pore some with cash!They spread through the town,they could be seen all over,some were GIGANTIC,some the size of a clover.They're breaking windows by throwing eggs,and getting a mouse disease called the plague.They were destroying the town which was quit clear then a surer hero showed up who didn't believe in fear.He said "Leave this place now this is your only chance,for if you don't I'll do the chicken dance!"Monsters hate dancing this is quite true,it sticks to there mind like a bottle of glue.So the monsters left,never to be seen again,for they have been beat by Chicken Man!.
That's my poem,I can hear your laughter,and in case if your wondering the towns people lived happily ever after.
The End,and Happy Halloween.