Dark, secluded mournful place
No one comes here to show their face
For this is where the cold dead must stay
Even on the sunniest day.
So we celebrate this? Put up your lanterns
Pumpkins, cobwebs and fake phantoms
Do we really think it’s fun?
Ask yourself what have we done?
Are they all props to hide our sins?
November the 1st, put it all in bins
Forget it, lets look forward to Christmas
Tinsel this time and ask for forgiveness.
Twitter, Trump, all gas and air
To our children is this fair?
Maybe not, whose to say?
But I always enjoy the day 😈
A fun sonnet with a serious message…
…about our throwaway society, courtesy of Gunta Binks. Thank you, Gunta, for reminding us how quickly all of the fake decorations and discarded costumes are forgotten! But let us not forget to have a little fun…