Happy Halloween (again)!

In an act of sheer laziness, I am re-posting this "poem" from last year. Actually, I'm posting it a day early because it's not so much a Halloween poem as an All Saints' Day poem. I wrote it last year for a blog series Simon P Clark (author of new hit children's novel, Eren) was running, and I think you'll agree it's something pretty special...

Sean, Who Thought Not Going to Bed Was Funny But Found Out It’s Really Not Funny At All If You Happen To Be A Zombie.

Sean was an almost-perfect child –

He wasn’t loud, mad, bad or wild.

He’d just one flaw (it has to be said):

Sean would never go to bed.

On All Saints’ Day, when they’d had their fun

And the Undead New Year had just begun

While his Zombie pals returned to the grave,

Sean laughed and said, “I’m feeling brave!

“I’m off to mock vampires, turning to stone,

And terrify old ladies who live on their own.”

What he couldn’t have known (but should have guessed)

Is that on November the 1^st Saints come off best.

Down they came to eat up sinners,

With cheese graters, knives and salad spinners.

They swooped Sean up with the Hound of Hell

And made him in to a béchamel.

So next Halloween, if you’re a ghost or a ghoul,

Try to remember this one simple rule:

Be sure to be back in your grave by dawn,

Or you’ll end up in lasagne, just like Sean.