Ghosts and toast

Three little ghostesses,
sitting on postesses,
eating buttered toastesses,
greasing up their fistesses,
up to the wristesses.
Oh! What little beastesses
to be having such feastesses.

Today I made prints based off of my very favorite childhood poem. I have tried to illustrate these verses on a few other occasions but was never satisfied. With Halloween just around the corner, I thought I should try again. I really like how they turned out this time! Either I've become better or my standards have gone down!