‘' Afterwards, In Glory They'll Bask ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

At this time of year,
It's time to feel fear,
There'll be plenty of them in store,
Be in no doubt,
The frighteners are out,
You will hear them knock on your door.

It's Halloween,
So don't be mean,
Get out your apples and pears,
Those children you meet,
Just love trick or treat,
Make sure you say your prayers.

Witches and more,
Goblins galore,
Mummies and Zombies abound,
Where Dracula roams,
In unblessed homes,
In a coffin, is where he'll be found.

From the graves they'll rise,
It's you they'll chastise,
If an audience you try to refuse,
You'll feel much worse,
When you they curse,
No, this is not a ruse.

I'm not being funny,
Do ensure you give money,
If you don't, it's you they will taunt,
It's not that they're needy,
They tend to be greedy,
Don't and they'll come back and haunt.

For their effort and time,
Make them feel sublime,
Once a year, it's not much to ask,
By giving them praise,
Their SPIRITS you'll raise,

‘' Afterwards, In Glory They'll Bask ‘'