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Scary Mary’s Back

Gathering around the witches cauldron
The ugliest group ever seen
Mary uttering nasty vile spells
Then she let out a blood-curdling scream

The leader of the nasty coven
Was the witch named Scary Mary?
Her face was full of warts
With a moustache and beard all hairy

They danced around the cauldron
Throwing toads and spiders into the brew
Mary was supposed to be experienced
But alas she had not a clue

Her cat Boris was watching
With a smile across his face
To see the witches leaving
At a fast and furious pace

One thing they had forgotten
As they were flying around the floor
They were so high on the brew
They forgot to open the door

Boris by now was in pieces
As they all crashed together in a heap
He was rolling around laughing
As the witches struggled to their feet

Scary Mary was now quite vexed
As she tried to kick start her broom
Boris now was crossing his legs
And was quickly leaving the room

Scary Mary by now was quite dizzy
As she staggered she bumped her head
The last time Boris saw her
She was casting spells in her bed

Malcolm Bradshaw

The Visitor

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A pumpkin knocked at my door
I was shocked, I fell to the floor
The pumpkin had a toothless grin
In the end I asked him to come in
The pumpkin shook my hand
And said I knew you’d understand
I wanted to come to your party
I was all alone
With witches and ghosts
They frightened me
It’s you I’d rather see
Someone warm and bright
On this Halloween night
So what have we got for tea
Trick or treat
It will be a whisky for me
Gillian and Thomas Sims

The Raven BY EDGAR ALLAN PO – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

 

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”
    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.
    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
            This it is and nothing more.”
    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
            Darkness there and nothing more.
    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
            Merely this and nothing more.
    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
            With such name as “Nevermore.”
    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
            Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
            She shall press, ah, nevermore!
    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted—nevermore!
YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOURS

To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window

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How can you lie so still? All day I watch
And never a blade of all the green sod moves
To show where restlessly you toss and turn,
And fling a desperate arm or draw up knees
Stiffened and aching from their long disuse;
I watch all night and not one ghost comes forth
To take its freedom of the midnight hour.
Oh, have you no rebellion in your bones?
The very worms must scorn you where you lie,
A pallid mouldering acquiescent folk,
Meek habitants of unresented graves.
Why are you there in your straight row on row
Where I must ever see you from my bed
That in your mere dumb presence iterate
The text so weary in my ears: “Lie still
And rest; be patient and lie still and rest.”
I’ll not be patient! I will not lie still!
There is a brown road runs between the pines,
And further on the purple woodlands lie,
And still beyond blue mountains lift and loom;
And I would walk the road and I would be
Deep in the wooded shade and I would reach
The windy mountain tops that touch the clouds.
My eyes may follow but my feet are held.
Recumbent as you others must I too
Submit? Be mimic of your movelessness
With pillow and counterpane for stone and sod?
And if the many sayings of the wise
Teach of submission I will not submit
But with a spirit all unreconciled
Flash an unquenched defiance to the stars.
Better it is to walk, to run, to dance,
Better it is to laugh and leap and sing,
To know the open skies of dawn and night,
To move untrammeled down the flaming noon,
And I will clamour it through weary days
Keeping the edge of deprivation sharp,
Nor with the pliant speaking on my lips
Of resignation, sister to defeat.
I’ll not be patient. I will not lie still.
And in ironic quietude who is
The despot of our days and lord of dust
Needs but, scarce heeding, wait to drop
Grim casual comment on rebellion’s end;
“Yes, yes . . Wilful and petulant but now
As dead and quiet as the others are.”
And this each body and ghost of you hath heard
That in your graves do therefore lie so still.

BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY

Written in A Moment of Exasperation

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Scary Marys hallween recipes

Pumpkin cheesecake

This creamy, dreamy Halloween dessert is the perfect way
of using up hollowed-out pumpkin purée.

Ingredients

Preparation method

  1. Heat the oven to 170C/325F/Gas 3.
  2. Bash the digestive biscuits into crumbs. Melt the butter over a low heat and
    mix in the biscuit crumbs and lemon zest. Lightly grease a 25cm/10in
    loose-bottomed cake tin and press the crumbs into the base and up the sides
    slightly.

  3. Mix together the cream cheese, pumpkin flesh, sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg
    until smooth. Beat the eggs and fold into the pumpkin mixture. Turn into the tin
    and bake in the oven for 90 minutes until the surface is set but the underneath
    still slightly squidgy.
  4. Take the cheesecake out of the oven and let it cool in the tin. When cool,
    turn it on to a serving plate, cover with foodwrap and chill overnight.
  5. Whip the double cream until thick and fold in the yoghurt and the lemon
    juice. Spread over the top of the cheesecake and serve at room temperature.

 

Halloween cupcakes

This delicious cupcake recipe is easy to whip up and
makes a spooky Halloween treat.

Ingredients

For the cream cheese icing
For the chocolate icing

Preparation method

  1. Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/Gas 4. Line a muffin tray with 9 paper
    cases.
  2. Sift the flour, cocoa powder and baking powder into a bowl. Add the sugar and
    butter and beat the mixture together until well combined.
  3. Whisk in the egg and milk until the mixture is thick and smooth.
  4. Divide the mixture between the paper case and bake in the oven for 20-25
    minutes, or until springy to the touch and skewer inserted into the middle of
    one of the cakes comes out clean. Set aside to cool on a wire rack.
  5. For the cream cheese icing, beat the cream cheese and butter together in a
    bowl until well combined. Beat in the icing sugar and vanilla.
  6. Spoon the icing onto the cupcakes, leaving a small border around the
    edge.
  7. For the chocolate icing, sift the icing sugar and cocoa powder into a bowl.
    Stir in 2 tablespoons of water to form a smooth, thick icing.
  8. Transfer the mixture to a piping bag with a fine nozzle. (Alternatively,
    spoon the mixture into the corner of a sandwich bag and snip off the corner, to
    form a small hole.)
  9. Carefully pipe 3 concentric circles onto each cupcake. Run a toothpick from
    the centre to the edge of the cake, through each circle of icing, at 2cm/1in
    intervals to create a cobweb effect.
  10. Set aside for 20 minutes to allow the icing to harden.

Scary Halloween cookies

Try colouring the cookie dough with black or red food
colouring; it may not be pretty but it will be scary.

Ingredients

Preparation method

  1. Beat together the butter and sugar in a large bowl, preferably using an
    electric mixer, until the mixture is light and fluffy. Beat in the eggs and
    vanilla extract. (If the mixture looks a little curdled, add a spoonful of the
    flour.) If you’re using food colouring, add a few drops to the mixture.
  2. Sift together the flour and baking powder in a separate bowl. Stir the flour
    into the butter mixture and work into a dough using floured hands. Turn onto a
    floured work surface and knead into a ball (the dough will be quite wet). Divide
    the dough into two portions, wrap in cling film and leave to chill in the fridge
    for at least one hour.
  3. Preheat the oven to 170C/325F/Gas 3. Line two baking trays with greaseproof
    paper.
  4. Roll the dough out to a 0.5cm/¼in thickness on lightly floured work surface.
    (It’s best to roll out one portion of the dough at a time, leaving the remainder
    in the fridge.) Cut shapes out with the Halloween cutters. Take a few limbs and
    heads off the gingerbread man for added gore.
  5. Place the cookies onto the baking tray, leaving a gap between them in case
    they spread a little.
  6. Bake for 12-15 minutes, leave on the tray for 10 minutes and then move to a
    wire rack to finish cooling.
  7. Once cool, let your imagination run wild. Use the red writing icing along the
    edges of the missing limbs and heads as blood. For the skeletons and mummies,
    roll the fondant icing out to a 0.5cm/¼in thickness on a work surface dusted
    with icing sugar and cut out shapes using the same cutters as the cookies. Brush
    the cookies with the warmed apricot jam and stick the icing onto the cookies.
    Decorate with the white and black writing icing.

Halloween biscuits

Whip up some homemade sweet treats to delight little
ghosts and ghouls. Try our simple biscuit dough, rolled out and cut into spooky
shapes.

Ingredients

Preparation method

  1. Preheat the oven to 190C/375F/Gas 5. Line a baking tray with greaseproof
    paper.
  2. Beat the butter and sugar together in a bowl until combined.
  3. Beat in the egg and vanilla extract, a little at a time, until well
    combined.
  4. Stir in the flour until the mixture comes together as a dough.
  5. Roll the dough out on a lightly floured work surface to a thickness of
    1cm/½in.
  6. Using Halloween-style biscuit cutters, cut biscuits out of the dough and
    carefully place onto the baking tray.
  7. Bake the biscuits for 8-10 minutes, or until pale golden-brown. Set aside to
    harden for 5 minutes, then cool on a wire rack.
  8. For the icing, sift the icing sugar into a large mixing bowl and stir in enough water to create a smooth mixture. Stir in the food colouring.
  9. Carefully spread the icing onto the biscuits using a knife and set aside
    until the icing hardens

Lantern soup (pumpkin and haricot bean soup)

Ingredients

Preparation method

  1. Heat the oil in a large saucepan and fry the onion and garlic for about 10
    minutes until softened and starting to colour.
  2. Add the pumpkin, sweet potato and herbs and cook for a further 5 minutes.
  3. Add the vegetable stock and bring to the boil. Cover the pan and simmer for
    30 minutes, until the vegetables are cooked and tender.
  4. Add the haricot beans and season to taste with salt and pepper. Cook for 5
    minutes, then serve hot with crusty bread.

SCARY MARY SAYS HAPPY HALLOWEEN

I WILL BE BACK

ON BONFIRE NIGHT

SCARY MARYS HALLOWEEN RECIPES AND THERE’S LOT’S MORE TO COME SO LET’S GET READY FOR THE WITCHING HOUR

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