In the basement of our building
where no one dares to go,
lurks the Gandergoo.
He dines on children who show fear,
so never flinch in case you happen to be near
the hungry Gandergoo.
Old Willy once went down to find a tool
and now he only has one leg, the fool—
he met the Gandergoo.
It must have been a painful climb back up,
the ragged stump remaining where his leg was eaten up
by that old Gandergoo.
Some brats your age went missing—on a dare
they’d gone to search the basement for the lair
of gruesome Gandergoo,
And no one’s ever seen them since,
except for one old shoe found in the vents
left by the Gandergoo.
You little kids should hide away in here like hares
while all us brave kids play outside—hey we’re not scared
like all you, of the Gandergoo.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! It’s Poetry Friday and this week the host is Jone Rush MacCulloch. Follow her link to spooky poetry…at your peril. MwaHaHa
