It was late one fall in Halloweenland,And the air had quite a chill.Against the moon a skeleton sat,Alone upon a hill. He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;Jack Skellington was his name.He was tired and bored in Halloweenland -Everything was always the same. "I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.I'm … Continue reading Poem – “The Nightmare Before Christmas”