ALLS HALLOW EVE

This is a Halloween poem from Happy Bottom.


Bob lamb from Rams Bottom sheep Farm
was trying to give up the beer
Made it a New Year’s resolution
Year, after Year, after Year.

Then ...

One night, leaving ‘The Piddle Pub’
mind and senses swilling
He planned on walking home
only wobbly legs weren’t willing.

Along a foot path, down the lane
past three silver birch
Needing then to rest a while
sought sanctuary in the church.

The door was bolted, entry blocked
and then, you’d best believe
Through the graveyard he did go
on this - ‘All Hallows Eve’!

Stars and moon shone in the sky
as he walked without a fear
But that would change, as all things strange
tiptoed ever near...

The veil that separates alien worlds
was almost now transparent
And with spirit night in full flight
this soon would be apparent.

Witches , ghosts and ghastly ghouls
the hour had now awaken
To feast their sights upon poor Bob
who in his shoes was shakin’.

Spooky screeching, filled the air,
phantoms gathered round
Bob opened wide his mouth to scream
but failed to make a sound.

His fear was real, the air was chilled
and spirits soon gave chase
He ducked and dived, closed his eyes
tripped- fell flat on his face.

Mind did its worst, body was cursed
the future? - he must choose
Wanted to stay, see the next day
had a life, with too much to lose.

Hiding his eyes, with pounding heart
body a quivering jelly
Footsteps came by, he prayed not to die
as something prodded his belly.

“Drinking again?” the Vicar’s voice said
“ Be warned, now you must stop.”
And from that day to this, for as long as he lived
Bob never touched a drop!