My granddaughter, Lexi, wrote this delightful poem for Halloween and I asked her if I could share it with my readers today.

There once was a werewolf very sad,
No one liked him because he looked mad.
He’d get up at night and howl at the moon,
Almost as loud as a crying bassoon.

He also looked scary with all of his hair,
And didn’t have any clothes to wear.
Even though he looked normal by day,
Everyone still refused to play.
