Devil's End Poem by Kevin Patrick

Maypole frolics on the day of Beltane
Bring out the revelers to summers singeing thaw
With their hands entwined in daisy chain pride
The march with streamers in skipping merry throngs
While villagers of extras watch from their cottage doors
To the silly girl still who dances with the alien adviser
Whose saved the world again using logical non sequiturs
While the brigadier and captain are having pints the pub

Our new Vicars been arrested for summoning daemons
And our white witch is casting her rungs full of charms
Still we would not trade the old girl for all the tea in mecca
When the Squires been eviscerated Gargoyle named Tark
And the grocer's done a runner with the wife of the landlord
Who's now chatting up a soldier whose cleaning up the rubble
On the ruins of our church that's been completely leveled
After it exploded from a Trans dimensional kerfuffle

But there's sadly no insurance from alien invasions
Quip the cleaning lady "we'll have to start another raffle"
Call up the Morris dancers for village appreciation
And sucker in the tourists with our giant cheese migrations
So have a pint or lager and avoid the daily strife
Devil's ends the place to be too trade in the simple life