Monsters

    Monsters    Poet: Russel Painter

You must turn back, but it's too late you’ve finally chosen to meet your fate.

The keeper of this oh so tomb will haunt you 'til you've met your doom.

The ogres the zombies the orcs and oogs, all the menaces have made their moves.

Vampires, Dracula, Ghouls and Ghosts are all but one are some of the most, terrible, treacherous, abominable things we fear that of all the creatures haunt our dreams.

Because of their lingering and perilous deeds all the monsters have lots of greed.

Whenever they hear the words, of brutes all of the creatures, they all salute.

We all must yell, we all must shriek that no-one’s safe and no-one dare’s to face their fears and turn their mouths to monsters ears, to say to shout “we hate your snout we hate your pout” to make these fiends swell up in tears.  

Though every single year or so we celebrate them all with monsters glow, candy wrappers, witches hat all laid on the floor in one big splat!