Metamorphosis--A Halloween Poem

It was Halloween and he felt grand.

He grabbed his dad's old flannel shirt,

And on his costume began to work.

Under his bed were his favorite jeans,

With holey knees and worn out seams.

Immediately he put them on,

And buttoned the flannel shirt all wrong.

Next, to make his legs looked bowed,

He stuffed paper down his clothes.

Found one brown shoe and the other black,

Before grabbing his straw hat off the rack.

He used dust from coal to look like dirt,

All over his face and down his shirt.

In the corner sat a long, long switch,

And on the end of it a bag he stitched,

And stuffed with odds and ends and such,

Just perfect for the finishing touch.

Then on his shoulder the switch did go,

Voila! The boy became an old hobo.