Humour

All Souls Day

Or

The Dead Poet Society

Hail, all souls

Spare no bones

Spirited thoughts

No more warts

O earthen souls

Ban the ghouls

Gravity released

Beware the beast

Of burden unleashed

Yet a shroud

Of the holy crowd

Keeps the curse away

There!

The sounds sway

Swooshing the air

Around your hair

Hence saints have left

For their heavenly quest

Throw your annual dice

All souls of poets arise!

11th October 2013

By Andrea Connolly

<blockquote><p>“And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol’n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.” Shakespeare</p>&mdash; Maria Smith (@HappyHour91) <a href=”https://twitter.com/HappyHour91/statuses/391931957254553602″>October 20, 2013</a></blockquote>
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