With open arms I welcome you to Saltaire.
I wonder what has brought you here?
Is it the village delights beyond compare,
or do Victorian times hold you dear?
But alas, my new best friend;
I'm only trying to be nice.
Troubles times are round the bend
if you don't heed my simple advice.
I know you're going to shed a tear,
but don't drink on October 31st –
not even a tiny drop of golden beer.
There are other ways to quench your thirst.
You see Titus Salt; God bless his soul,
dislikes alcohol-induced immaturity.
He built this village and made it whole.
So have your tipple in any other city.
If you get drunk on Halloween,
Titus Salt is a ghost that must be feared.
He will wipe your soul clean
with his long white beard.
Pop in to 6 Victoria Road!
Be amazed at what they give
in their humble adobe.
Just don't tell Titus if you want to live.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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