A seasonal poem - 2019

I climbed the craggy rocks

And clambered over scree

And met a gruesome goblin

Who cackled full of glee.

 

"Beware the soggy foggy bottom

Where ghosts and ghouls go gliding.

Mark the path though it twists and turns

Better safe than sorry.

 

Ignore the call of sirens

And kelpies out at sea.

Don’t go looking for crocks of gold.

Your downfall they will be.

Keep on track, on solid ground

Til of sweet home fires you're sure.

And don't go waking goblins

Til Halloween next year."