Happy Halloween and the Mad Blonde strikes

It's that time of the year again, so here is a poem, but first, thanks to Karen of Mad Blonde fame, lots of Halloween goodies at:

http://themadblonde.livejournal.com/324676.html

 

THE DEAD ARE DISAPPOINTED

BY IAN HUNTER

 

The signs says

NO BALL GAMES ALLOWED

And I can say with pride

I did that

That was me and my friends

We got them put up everywhere

 

But no-one plays football

In the street anymore

Or tennis at Wimbledon time

Hitting a ball over rope

Tied to fences

Playing between chalk lines

scraped across roads

 

Even Halloween has changed

Hardly celebrated

Rebranded an autumn festival

Guising didn’t do us any harm

What other night

would you get to walk with the dead

 

No-one comes at Halloween now

Not a single guiser

No joke to tell

No song to sing

 

I empty little bags of sweets

Into a bigger one

Blow out the candle in the pumpkin

Switch off the outside light

And retire, like the dead, disappointed

 

 

By: Ian Hunter On Saturday, 31 October 2009 Comment Comments( 0 ) Hits Views(1357)
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