Don’t Drink on October 31st
Halloween tea poetry
With open arms I welcome you to Saltaire.
I wonder what has brought you here?
Is it the village delights beyond compare,
or do Victorian times hold you dear?
But alas, my new best friend;
I'm only trying to be nice.
Troubles times are round the bend
if you don't heed my simple advice.
I know you're going to shed a tear,
but don't drink on October 31st –
not even a tiny drop of golden beer.
There are other ways to quench your thirst.
You see Titus Salt; God bless his soul,
dislikes alcohol-induced immaturity.
He built this village and made it whole.
So have your tipple in any other city.
If you get drunk on Halloween,
Titus Salt is a ghost that must be feared.
He will wipe your soul clean
with his long white beard.
Pop in to 6 Victoria Road!
Be amazed at what they give
in their humble adobe.
Just don't tell Titus if you want to live.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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