1122 Christmas - Forget It - Poem by John Knight
This is a PAM EYRES (The UK's greatest living Poetess) Poem that has been tweeked a little!
I've got me own Nativity
With figures carved from wood
Its on me sideboard - every year
It really looks quite good.
Mary's dressed in Cambridge Blue
Joseph's dressed in Rabbit Fur
There's a crib for Jesus - and
Gold and Frankincense and Myrrh
Now I fully understand
All good things have an end
I must scrap meNativity
For fear it might offend!
The Hindus and the Buddists
The Muslims with their flock
Might see my Baby Jesus
And be paralysed with shock!
Forget the Christmas Dinner
For me appetite is small
And the poor old factoryTurkey
Ain't had no life at all.
They are God's created creatures
Though their plight they cannot see
And though they may be ASDA cheap
They're not BOOTIFUL to me!
Hear the rasping of the tinsle
And the rattle of the cash
The streets are full of shoppers
The shops are full of Chinese Trash
Christmas is a comin'
And father Christmas too - but
He's stranded in Alaska
'Cos he's caught the Spanish Flu!
Theree's a reindeer on the rooftop
There are sliegh-bells on the sled
But where is Father Christmas
In Alaska tucked up in his bed.
There are lights in every window
They produce a glowing sheen
I know God said 'let there be light'
But just what did he mean?
Just look at me neighbours house
An all electric Chistmas Tree
A Snowman and a Santa Claus
Some Shepherds and the Wise Men three.
The local Power Station
Is pulsating all aglow
It's heading for a meltdown
Just Like Chernobyl you know!
I'm running down the Garden
I'm hiding in me potting shed
If anybody asks for me
Just tell them I am DEAD!
I might emerge on Boxing Day
If common sense prevails
And I'll buy you all a present
They're cheaper in the Sales!
(John Knight - Colchester - Flowers last three weeeks) .
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