"If i knew you were coming, i'd have put something on",
But his face didnt care if clothes were off or on.
His eyes showed a sadness, only she could recognise,
As he began to speak, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Im afraid its mum" his words fighting past his lips,
But she didn't comprehend,leapt down stairs with skips.
"Mum?" She said, almost asm though he were foreign,
But his blank stare confirmed the strange words that were pouring.

Blank expressions were followed by a trance like condition,
This went on for three days and three nights, such renditions,
Going through the motions, fancy dress or otherwise,
Death cares not if you're bare or disguised.

When it comes, boys and girls, worry not what you wear,
For it just wants your soul, and will take it without a care,
Day or night, rain or fall, mark my words to you all,
Let the family decide on the colour of your shawl!!!!