Hubble bubble, here comes trouble

Tasty treats from a gruesome double
Bea the Black from northern parts

With ocean's darkest bounty starts.

'Try my dulse¹!' the witch entreats

Laughing while the other eats.

Hellish B'El from Frankenstein-furt

Wouldn't be a dreadful spoilsport

Chewed upon the vile seaweed

Pondered how to match the deed

Sweetly smiled and said 'How tasty!

Now you must try my Handkäse²'

Served the cheese with onions cursed

And vinegar to make it worse.

Bea devoured the snack at leisure

Smacked her lips to show her pleasure

Said 'let's bake some ghoulish goodies

To perplex pretentious foodies!'

And so they set about their lunch
Toad in the hole with added crunch

Dead-fly pies prepared with venom
Sandwiches with real sand in 'em
Fried Dutch baby, shepherds pie

Made with extra shepherds, aye!

Ladies fingers, devilled eggs
Ghostly toast topped with frogs legs
Steak of black and plantain green

Serve it all with frightful scream.

Hubble bubble, what a feast

Perfect for all scary beasts!

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