It was the Devil’s birthday,

He had a birthday cake,

He’d thrown his weight, he’d had his say,

With drought, and flood, and quake.

O’er all there was a hellish hue,

Of orange, carmine red,

His guests were all just passing through,

Those known as the undead.

Satan likes to celebrate,

He likes to have his fun,

You simply can’t negotiate,

So watch out everyone! 

© Caro Ness 2017

Photo used by kind permission of 

+M Macharia