A Halloween Werewolf by Alexis M. Ashikwe My granddaughter, Lexi, wrote this delightful poem for Halloween and I asked her if I could share it with my readers today. (Image courtesy of Pixabay) 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. (Image courtesy of Pixabay) 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. (Image courtesy of Pixabay) Then a girl with short blond hair Came up to him and pulled out a chair. He really only wanted a friend, Now that he’s found one, this story will end.