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Playing With Jacks
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Witches do not 'play' according to 'humans' rules but they still have fun :)! This is a version of our 'Jacks' game.
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Witches love playing with Jacks
(not with those that look like tacks)
and they use the ball for bowling.
Bounce (scoop one),
bounce (scoop two),
dang … missed
Jack-o-lanterns off the vine make faces,
give a howl,
whine prefer scoops to splattering.
Bounce (scoop one),
bounce (scoop two),
bounce (scoop three),
bounce (scoop four),
dang … missed
Pure magical power makes bowling balls bounce.
The earth quakes
the pumpkins loose their lighting.
Bounce (scoop one),
 bounce (scoop two),
bounce (scoop three),
bounce (scoop four),
bounce (scoop five),
bounce (scoop six)
dang … missed
Little witches weighing nil catch these
 Jacks, as witches will, still shaken,
Jack is blinking
Bounce (scoop one)
, bounce (scoop two),
dang … missed
Joyce wheeled the biggest pumpkins
to fool the earthling, bumpkins
and from her folks are shrinking.
Bounce (scoop one),
bounce (scoop two),
bounce (scoop three),
bounce (scoop four),
bounce (scoop five),
dang … missed Pumpkins,
quarter ounce per pound,
featherweight they BOOM with sound
(for vines those pumps are weeping)
Bounce (scoop one),
bounce (scoop two),
bounce (scoop three),
bounce (scoop four),
bounce (scoop five),
bounce (scoop six),
bounce (scoop seven),
bounce (scoop eight),
bounce (scoop nine),
bounce (scoop ten)
Joyce juggled tons!
Jack-o-lanterns jump for joy
flips her skirt to toss them …
boy folks gather up raw pumpkin
now pumpkins pies
are baking.  

 


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