He was a busy bee. blind as a bat The carved pumpkin sneered at me Sweet sugar spun on sticks giggling girly ghosts BAM A mountain of candy was piled on the floor Over my dead body clank BOOM The moon was a lantern in the sky Lightening danced across the sky His eyes were as dark as the night His soul was as black as coal Her smile was a sharp bear trap The witch's nose was a mile long creepy cats clawing children he smiled like the Cheshire cat It made my blood run cold He was dead as a doornail. The zombie was taller than a mountain Branches reached out clawing fingers. The woman was stone dead In the dead of night He was a busy bee. blind as a bat The carved pumpkin sneered at me Sweet sugar spun on sticks giggling girly ghosts BAM A mountain of candy was piled on the floor Over my dead body clank BOOM The moon was a lantern in the sky Lightening danced across the sky His eyes were as dark as the night His soul was as black as coal Her smile was a sharp bear trap The witch's nose was a mile long creepy cats clawing children he smiled like the Cheshire cat It made my blood run cold He was dead as a doornail. The zombie was taller than a mountain Branches reached out clawing fingers. The woman was stone dead In the dead of night
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
He was a busy bee.
blind as a bat
The carved pumpkin sneered at me
Sweet sugar spun on sticks
giggling girly ghosts
BAM
A mountain of candy was piled on the floor
Over my dead body
clank
BOOM
The moon was a lantern in the sky
Lightening danced across the sky
His eyes were as dark as the night
His soul was as black as coal
Her smile was a sharp bear trap
The witch's nose was a mile long
creepy cats clawing children
he smiled like the Cheshire cat
It made my blood run cold
He was dead as a doornail.
The zombie was taller than a mountain
Branches
reached out clawing fingers.
The woman was stone dead
In the dead of night