Warning: This is an emotive, uncompromising anti drink driving narrated poem that will certainly make you think, and it might even make you a little teary eyed. If you are anti drink driving, please share this video with as many people as you can...
'CHRISTMAS EVE' - (A Sobering Christmas Thought) - Franky Uk
Warning: This is an emotive, uncompromising anti drink driving narrated poem that will certainly make you think, and it might even make you a little teary eyed. If you are anti drink driving, please share this video with as many people as you can...
The House on Hangman's Hill
As darkness fell on Halloween,
the air so keen and chilled
Dressed in masks and witches hats,
out on the streets they spilled.
Giggling with excitement
they traipsed from door to door
Receiving loads of candy's,
yet wanting more and more.
From street to street they travelled
all feeling such a thrill
Creeping ever closer to
the house on hangman’s hill
A witch was said to live there,
a hook nosed ugly crone
Who liked to catch small children
and turn them into stone
They stood outside the old dark house
all breathing icy mist
Afraid to walk the winding path
that moonbeams gently kissed
Afraid to knock upon the door
the gateway into hell
Afraid the witch was waiting there
The house appeared to watch them
as they stood upon the street
Each daring one another
to yell out ‘trick or treat’
Then one small voice spoke out the words,
“what are we waiting for?”
“Why aren't we walking up the path
to knock upon the door?”
With mouth’s agape they turned toward
the little one who’d spoken
A girl dressed up in witches garb,
a black cat gently strokin’
The one who’d started school that day
a stranger few had seen
yet here she stood among them
on the night of Halloween
Some looked at her with wicked eyes
as she stood there all alone
They would send her to the witch tonight
and watch her turned to stone
Excitedly they dared the girl
to go and trick or treat
And so she walked the moonlit path
as they watched her from the street
Excitedly they eyed her as
upon the door she rapped
Feeling nervy tummy’s as their
butterfly wings were flapped
Breathing in and holding
and daring not to speak
As the door was slowly opened,
creak by creak by creak.
Quite suddenly the crone appeared,
green face with large hooked nose
A hand reached out, the girl was gone
and the door swung to a close
With frightened screams they ran away
as fast as legs would go
If the witch had turned the girl to stone
they didn’t want to know
Inside the house the little girl
was tucking into sweets
She’d really had a lovely time
playing trick or treats
The witch stood by the window
and cackled as they ran
She may be a scary witch to them,
but to the girl she was just 'Nan'…
As darkness fell on Halloween,
the air so keen and chilled
Dressed in masks and witches hats,
out on the streets they spilled.
Giggling with excitement
they traipsed from door to door
Receiving loads of candy's,
yet wanting more and more.
From street to street they travelled
all feeling such a thrill
Creeping ever closer to
the house on hangman’s hill
A witch was said to live there,
a hook nosed ugly crone
Who liked to catch small children
and turn them into stone
They stood outside the old dark house
all breathing icy mistAfraid to walk the winding path
that moonbeams gently kissed
Afraid to knock upon the door
the gateway into hell
Afraid the witch was waiting there
to weave her evil spell
The house appeared to watch them
as they stood upon the street
Each daring one another
to yell out ‘trick or treat’
Then one small voice spoke out the words,
“what are we waiting for?”
“Why aren't we walking up the path
to knock upon the door?”
With mouth’s agape they turned toward
the little one who’d spokenA girl dressed up in witches garb,
a black cat gently strokin’
The one who’d started school that day
a stranger few had seen
yet here she stood among them
on the night of Halloween
Some looked at her with wicked eyes
as she stood there all alone
They would send her to the witch tonight
and watch her turned to stone
Excitedly they dared the girl
to go and trick or treat
And so she walked the moonlit path
as they watched her from the street
Excitedly they eyed her as
upon the door she rapped
Feeling nervy tummy’s as their
butterfly wings were flapped
Breathing in and holding
and daring not to speak
As the door was slowly opened,
creak by creak by creak.Quite suddenly the crone appeared,
green face with large hooked nose
A hand reached out, the girl was gone
and the door swung to a close
With frightened screams they ran away
as fast as legs would go
If the witch had turned the girl to stone
they didn’t want to know
Inside the house the little girl
was tucking into sweets
She’d really had a lovely time
playing trick or treats
The witch stood by the window
and cackled as they ran
She may be a scary witch to them,
but to the girl she was just 'Nan'…
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